在这里你会发现的PoemCraneof poet Padraic Colum
I KNOW you, Crane: I, too, have waited, Waited until my heart Melted to little pools around my feet! Comer in the morning ere the crows, Shunner, Searcher Something find for me! The pennies that were laid upon the eyes Of old, wise men I knew. ;;;; The Little Fox THAT sidling creature is a little Fox: Like other canine he is leashed and led; He goes upon the sidewalk; houses tower; Men trample; horses rear; he drags his leash. Did not I Once know a lad from Irrus where they leave Mittens for foxes; where they invite A fox to a child's christening; where they have Foxes as gossips to their boys and girls? Would that a lad from Irrus now was here To tell his gossip that a human creature Has heart for him, and fain would cover up His bowels of dread, and find some way to bring His rainy hills around him, the soft grass, Darkness of ragged hedges, and his earth The black, damp earth under the roots of trees! Would that a lad from Irrus now was here Where houses tower and where horses rear!
