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英文小诗赏析:Cement Guitar
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h' Q/ w7 S6 i3 O6 [; X4 ~ 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.
9 w- \8 [4 F* W Q Same waitress every day of your life and she never remembers your allergies.0 Y9 M7 S) ?& S8 H D( k
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.) G) t( _9 G% {1 `) C- F0 g ~' c
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.; j9 g# O+ f6 L
Stone is the past,and the past is a form of flattery.
/ O2 L, q# d8 t3 v Last winter,groups of children sent letters in sadness for the late Christmas suicide.* e2 R& L" d, }; b% T/ N
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.- T* a! b$ i4 j1 c. J
To think out loud about those children's names was to forget what you meant by dying.' r- r$ i8 U# D
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