关于蚕的英语小诗摘抄

　　The Goddess Within

　　Divinity is light.

　　In the deep recesses of her eyes

　　I see the purity of it, a crystal

　　Glow, burning, soothing,

　　Set as a shrine upon her face,

　　As her eyelashes bend gently,

　　In fervent prayer for her favor.

　　I see this, and I believe it to be true.

　　The Goddess calls

　　As soft and silent as gosling down on

　　The winds of worship

　　While the ears of my mind listen

　　Intently to the voice I feel resonate

　　But cannot hear.

　　A delicate sort of beauty looks back at me.

　　I perceive it, so it must be true.

　　Aphrodite recoils in horror

　　Heart pained, for the fact that

　　Another could, should replace her.

　　Do you see her hair flow down

　　Around her neck, softer than the finest toil

　　Of on thousand cotton mills

　　In one thousand years?

　　My eyes can feel, and I trust them.

　　Her arrival was planned,

　　It was no mystery at all.

　　The powers of creation formed

　　A pine silkworm to craft her

　　Fair lips, for which many men

　　Would give their blood to kiss.

　　Venus sees, and stomps livid in rage!

　　Who can tell me I am wrong?

　　This is a new goddess,

　　A fresh pinity, whose smile alone

　　Pales the pleiades,

　　And force Freya to retreat

　　Hastily to her Norse lands.

　　A gaze that sets planets in motion,

　　Creating timeless pandemonium,

　　This is conceivable, and my heart says, 'It is fact.'

　　This queen of infinite beauty,

　　Limitless grace, and blinding radiance,

　　Holds the game together tightly.

　　Her guards in the rear, alert,

　　Her valiant warriors in front,

　　Clearing her conquered plains,

　　The fertile fields of many a soul.

　　I have no boundaries, this is truth.

　　Now I feel it, the heavy steps of

　　Her footsoldiers taking the rational

　　Heart I assumed to own,

　　Inch, by foot, by mile.

　　My humility and good sense cause

　　Me to bow my head to the sword

　　Of Immaculate Beauty she holds

　　In her gentle hands.

　　What is the name of the fairest?

　　How shall I call my intangible queen?

　　And does she know that the purest

　　Goddess of all, incomparable, is within her?

　　I feel, I know, I do believe it.

　　If this is only my lot to be

　　Court Jester, writing my lyric,

　　I do it with eternal joy.

　　Tsani Jones