精美英文诗歌：My Life's Calling

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　　My life's calling， setting fires.
# \. X3 f/ C0 |7 Q, g% j7 q" g+ R$ J+ F　　Here in a hearth so huge
7 {& }6 f; r  t: M' M: R9 f　　I can stand inside and shove
　　the wood around with my
& f' r7 ]" S" {3 B　　bare hands while church bells
　　deal the hours down through
2 v6 v" m. k1 R1 s: S& y　　the chimney. No more
　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
　　or architect， the five staves
4 }- K+ m! o: l% N$ }" |　　pitched like rifles over stone.
　　But to be mistro-elemental.
: r8 t" f3 r4 a- B4 B+ D　　The flute of clay playing
　　my breath that riles the flames，
1 d, C. l: w5 |( k! v! c: h　　the fire risen to such dreaming
3 I1 b% S; ?3 a7 i/ M# Q3 i　　sung once from landlords' attics.
0 a- m3 u2 R9 Q　　Sung once the broken lyres，
1 Q: @; e* L9 a0 w% H  M' L　　seasoned and green.

　　Even the few things I might save，
　　my mother's letters，
　　locks of my children's hair
　　here handed over like the keys
　　to a foreclosure， my robes
　　remanded， and furniture
　　dragged out into the yard，
" J8 G0 m8 b( _　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，
7 C6 b  A( T% S  V4 w/ E　　whereby the house sets sail.
　　And I am standing on a cliff
4 B; z' l8 M. \& I/ y　　above the sea， a paper light，
　　a lantern. No longer mine
( f# Z! G& Y* E$ n　　to count the wrecks.
( q/ h3 p0 o6 F# W　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
　　marrying rock the waters
) E& Y- N& N0 U% `: ]* Q: C　　storm to break the door，
　　looked through the fire， beheld
　　a clearing there. This is what
5 y0 H9 N- E5 C9 E　　you are. What you've come to.