酷我-北美枫

[anna]

Exile
for Kwame Dawes

Your scuttled pays floats – fiery – in the ether;
Blazing, it vomits smudge-smoke. Your mind chars
Black because you yaw – moth-like – too near flames.
You douse your dream-scorched brain with slave-sweat rum –
The only gold you can own, corroding
Your liver. Your anthem plays to gunfire.
When you think about it (when you can breathe) –
After all the lies that frame nostalgia,
All the dead faces that occupy photographs,
All the slain lovers pitched into ditches,
Your eyes itch and ache with water, then dry –
Curling like dead leaves, starving for gold fire.


 
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

Exile
for Kwame Dawes

Your scuttled pays floats – fiery – in the ether;
Blazing, it vomits smudge-smoke. Your mind chars
Black because you yaw – moth-like – too near flames.
You douse your dream-scorched brain with slave-sweat rum –
The only gold you can own, corroding
Your liver. Your anthem plays to gunfire.
When you think about it (when you can breathe) –
After all the lies that frame nostalgia,
All the dead faces that occupy photographs,
All the slain lovers pitched into ditches,
Your eyes itch and ache with water, then dry –
Curling like dead leaves, starving for gold fire.


 
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com