名人诗歌|Caribbean Marsh

Acres of mangrove^{1， crowding the sea-streaked marsh2，}

Acres of mangrove， wading^{3 toward the beaches，}

And here and there a milky-white bloom tossed

On fragile boughs^{4 above the flooded reaches.}

Mangrove thrusts deep in salty mud，

Balances uneasily upon its three-pronged roots，

Huddles^{5 from wind in its dissonance of leaves.}

Tempest and drought it has withstood，

This straggling orchard^{6 that bears no fruits，}

This field where none will garner^{7 sheaves.}

Sucking life up from the acrid^{8 marsh，}

Drawing life down from the burning sun，

All the year offers of crude and harsh

There between sea and shore it has known.

Wave and glare， sea-urge， sea-drift，

It has been their victim， proved their power，

Persisting bleakly^{9 for one end alone-}

Through an unheeded hour

Briefly^{10， awkwardly， to lift}

This frail^{11， inconsequent flower.}