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英文小诗赏析:Cement Guitar
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4 i1 H ]0 E! u/ B7 X2 w8 Q All morning I've remembered St. Ignacio's bruise,jaundiced seagulls over Quonset, November and the gross white sky. Days so long you walk home fifteen miles from the restaurant.& P: m( a: G: k* x9 o( ^8 y* X
Same waitress every day of your life and she never remembers your allergies.
1 w* M, ^/ ?) m; c$ Q6 q Nothing on the map but scone crumbs and a drop of tea. Just manifold food and a dead request to bury the last of your seven receipts.
. J% m' d c E# G6 p f8 G Mother of foster-wit,father of straw,I can see how silence takes the place of those who cut their thoughts in stone before they need them.
' G) `( i7 f% O2 {$ B+ V Stone is the past,and the past is a form of flattery.
; r5 _& z* o I5 i9 J) o Last winter,groups of children sent letters in sadness for the late Christmas suicide.3 b+ @' {: Y6 R; L3 R
Addressed to those who managed the fishery,who named the docks and decided the colors of unfinished boats,the only way to read them was alive.
, A, O( {- n! S2 d& }/ g3 h To think out loud about those children's names was to forget what you meant by dying.
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