New and Collected Poems 1931-2001

A PORTAL Before a sculpted stone portal, In the sun, at the border of light and shade, Almost serene. Thinking with relief: this will remain When the frail body fades and presto, nobody. Touching a grainy wall. Surprised That I accept so easily my waning away, Though I should not. Earth, what have I to do with thee? With your meadows where dumb beasts Grazed before the deluge without lifting their heads? What have I to do with your implacable births? So why this gracious melancholia? Is it because anger is no use? Berkeley, 1976 这首诗仍然写的是对死亡的思考，与202页的《Those Corridors》的主题是一样的，描写很细致，意象也很不错，但是没法打动我，难道是因为我还不够老？还没有到面临死亡的时候？当然不是。我感觉米沃什在这个主题上没有思想的深度，没有升华。也许这就是所谓的“现代主义”，如果真的只是这样，那么写出来有什么意义呢？因为对于我来说，这首诗不能给我任何东西。

《those corridors》 老人心境，写得细腻而富有哲理 最漂亮的一句： In a fir forest by a stream falling from a glacier, A doe will give birth to her freckled fawn and the air Will unfurl intricate leafy spirals to other eyes, as once to mine.

《throughout our lands》 仿惠特曼的组诗，值得反复研读

《The Master》 一个大师的内心独白，很平实，但是很有力量。