星子[ANNA] 星子作品集 酷我!I made it!
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发表于: 星期日 十月 22, 2006 3:20 pm 发表主题: Poem Holding Its Heart In One Fist--Jane Hirshfield (ZT) |
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Each pebble in this world
keeps its own counsel.
Certain words--these, for instance--
may be keeping a pronoun hidden.
Perhaps the lover's you
or the solipsist's I.
Perhaps the philosopher's willowy it.
The concealment plainly delights.
Even a desk will gather
its clutch of secret, half-crumpled papers,
eased slowly,over years,
behind the backs of drawers.
Olives adrift in the altering brine-bath
etch into their innermost pits
a few furrowed salts that will never be found by the tongue.
Yet even with so much withheld,
so much unspoken,
potatoes are cooked with butter and parsley,
and buttons affixed to their sweater.
Invited guests arrive, then dutifully leave.
And this poem, afterward, washes its breasts
with soap and trembling hands, disguising nothing.
from Given Sugar, Given Salt _________________
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