精美英文诗歌：My Life's Calling

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　　My life's calling， setting fires.
　　Here in a hearth so huge
; X  ~* F0 M5 J  h% u9 r' b; r　　I can stand inside and shove
　　the wood around with my
　　bare hands while church bells
　　deal the hours down through
　　the chimney. No more
　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
　　or architect， the five staves
　　pitched like rifles over stone.
　　But to be mistro-elemental.
　　The flute of clay playing
　　my breath that riles the flames，
( K$ J( P% b; x, h' e/ @" Y- i　　the fire risen to such dreaming
　　sung once from landlords' attics.
0 Q" h! B% ]) X1 X7 K　　Sung once the broken lyres，
, i$ ]3 n" D9 I: u% P7 f　　seasoned and green.

　　Even the few things I might save，
　　my mother's letters，
　　locks of my children's hair
　　here handed over like the keys
　　to a foreclosure， my robes
$ f( }) K, j2 {% b1 w; g3 j# A3 M' i! H, Z　　remanded， and furniture
　　dragged out into the yard，
  m& S' M8 v' }  J, x4 x8 b　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，
" `( T' ^1 z; D　　whereby the house sets sail.
　　And I am standing on a cliff
" y9 H$ ]! q9 h: q　　above the sea， a paper light，
　　a lantern. No longer mine
5 d$ D5 G2 V' F2 ^7 _　　to count the wrecks.
　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
0 z  [5 o. O+ H! I* W% m3 Z　　marrying rock the waters
+ c" r  T! D! P* G  M: v( t+ j　　storm to break the door，
　　looked through the fire， beheld
/ Y6 E  F& ?4 g　　a clearing there. This is what
　　you are. What you've come to.
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