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英文小诗赏析:Cement Guitar. ?7 K0 ^" S* a+ `- s1 C5 ~
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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.
6 h$ s [" ~6 S' y8 U, C Same waitress every day of your life and she never remembers your allergies.8 e7 @# C; ~( ~8 G3 X, u7 i
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.
f5 J& G# W( W# R' `' f 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.$ V1 W( k. ?, U, T( M7 L! j
Stone is the past,and the past is a form of flattery.' q) S8 l0 t) U, v# O
Last winter,groups of children sent letters in sadness for the late Christmas suicide.) u ~ r/ _# E$ j1 K! l& b
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.
! O0 C Q) u A) e: W! B" a6 g To think out loud about those children's names was to forget what you meant by dying.
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