A Birthday Poem

By Ted Kooser

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

生日之诗

曙光初绽，太阳升起
探出沉重的红色头颅
从黑色树干中
等待有人前来
提着他的水桶
灌满泡沫白光
然后在牧场徜徉一天
我也放牧我的时光
尽情享受每一刻绿意
直至黑夜降临
与其他人一起
我走入夜色
摇响有我名字的
小锡铃

红色头颅，听起来有点奇怪

705期每日诗选拟采用，问好陈老师

荔荔 发表于 2022-6-12 16:06
红色头颅，听起来有点奇怪

给人印象深刻，效果就达到了！

荔荔 发表于 2022-6-12 16:13
705期每日诗选拟采用，问好陈老师

谢谢老师推荐！问好！

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