Read Me(英文詩)

*Fog*
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

*Theme in Yellow*

I SPOT the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.;
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle around me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the chrildren know
I am fooling.

Robert Francis
*The Hound*
Life the hound
Equivocal
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befriend me.
I cannot tell
The hound's intent
Till he has sprung
At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.
Meanwhile I stand
And wait the event.