写幼儿
My son …
Last winter he could barely speak.
I moved his crib to face the window:
in the dark mornings
he would stand and grip the bars
until the walls appeared,
calling light, light,
that one syllable, in
demand or recognition.
-《Illuminations》
写史诗战争
What if war
is just a male version of dressing up,
a game devised to avoid
profound spiritual questions?
-<<Parable of The Hostages>>
写怨偶:
I wish we went on walks
like Steven and Kathy; then
we’d be happy. You can even see it
in the dog.
-<<Meadowlands>>
诗眼看世界:
The world
was whole because
it shattered. When it shattered,
then we knew what is was.
It never healed itself.
-<<Formaggio>>
给在我们之上的 (亦或,独裁政府可指望下层呈上的数据准确??)
Forgive me if I say I love you: the powerful
are always lied to since the weak are always
driven by panic.
—<<Matins>>