英语诗歌欣赏A Perfume

文章 2019-07-16 03:46:57 1个回答   ()人看过

There were mice, and even

Smaller creatures holed up in the rafters.

One would raise its thumb, or frown,

And suddenly the clouds would part, and the whole

Fantastic contraption come tumbling down.

And the arcade of forgotten things

Closed in the winter, and the roller coaster

Stood empty as the visitors sped away

Down a highway that passed by an old warehouse

Full of boxes of spools and spoons.

I wonder if these small mythologies,

Whose only excuse for existing is to maintain us

In our miniscule way of life,

Might possibly be true? And even if they were,

Would it be right? Go find the moon

And seal it in the envelope of night.

The stars are like a distant dust

And what the giants left lies hidden in full view.

Brush your hair. Wipe the blood from your shoes.

Sit back and watch the firedance begin.

——So the rain falls in place,

The playground by the school is overrun with weeds

And we live our stories, filling up our lives

With souvenirs of the abandoned

Factory we have lingered in too long.

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