错误
郑愁予
我打江南走过
那等在季节里的容颜如莲花的开落
东风不来,三月的柳絮不飞
你的心如小小的寂寞的城
恰若青石的街道向晚
跫音不响,三月的窗扉紧掩
我达达的马蹄是美丽的错误
我不是归人,是个过客
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Primavera – Fall 2013: Tongue Ties
This first quarterly issue of the Buenos Aires Review boasts new literary works from a variety of tongues—French, Galician, German, Portuguese, Russian, and a touch of Hungarian accompany... Read More »
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The word Hyperion has many possible meanings; it can refer to a book, a poem, a tree,... Read More »
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She and her lover sail under a high arch into an archipelago,
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Take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. -Shakespeare, Hamlet
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