The Late Singer by William Carlo

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The Late Singer

Here it is spring again<br />
and I still a young man!<br />
I am late at my singing.<br />
The sparrow with the black rain on his breast<br />
has been at his cadenzas for two weeks past:<br />
What is it that is dragging at my heart?<br />
The grass by the back door<br />
is stiff with sap.<br />
The old maples are opening<br />
their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers.<br />
A moon hangs in the blue<br />
in the early afternoons over the marshes.<br />
I am late at my singing.<br />
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（Written by William Carlos Williams, American poet and physician）

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迟到的歌者

春天，重现此间光景<br />
而我，还是那样年轻！<br />
我在吟唱，迟到的歌者。<br />
麻雀，与他那黑色胸纹<br />
流溢着华美的乐调<br />
不绝于耳，伴着数周时光：<br />
在我心中，那疲惫的乏味究竟为何？<br />
后门脚跟的青草<br />
坚挺而立，活力示人<br />
经年的枫树，渐可展枝<br />
那枝头的蛾花<br />
是棕与黄的悦舞。<br />
在那些午后时光<br />
却是月亮安浮于天<br />
她坐拥蔚蓝天海，下观层层沼泽。<br />
我在吟唱，迟到的歌者。<br />
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