精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
在下雨現在 功課寫不完 不能回家過節 therefore 來首詩讓自己看開點 :D Oh, gray and tender is the rain by Lizette Woodworth Reese Oh, gray and tender is the rain, That drips, drips on the pane! A hundred things come in the door, The scent of herbs, the thought of yore. I see the pool out in the grass, A bit of broken glass; The red flags running wet and straight, Down to the little flapping gate. Lombardy poplars tall and three, Across the road I see; There is no loveliness so plain As a tall poplar in the rain. But oh, the hundred things and more, That come in at the door – The smack of mint, old joy, old pain, Caught in the gray and tender rain. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.223.29
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