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英文小诗赏析:Cement Guitar
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, m$ T8 ~2 g* r L 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.; @, k* U2 ~1 w6 n) F3 C, r: Y
Same waitress every day of your life and she never remembers your allergies.
7 M1 L4 `# V4 P2 Z7 U 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.
. S1 _$ d; G- W# d; v- Q3 o& n 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.
% P3 T8 Q$ { u* b6 i8 p; u Stone is the past,and the past is a form of flattery.
- B5 T2 j$ h( j5 J% i4 N' j9 r1 h( H Last winter,groups of children sent letters in sadness for the late Christmas suicide.3 Q* c& a( A/ \: q& P
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.) t2 }6 l) N( B! O
To think out loud about those children's names was to forget what you meant by dying.
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