英文小诗赏析：Cement Guitar

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英文小诗赏析：Cement Guitar
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: R( ]3 @/ j" I& w( h9 X　　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.
  t+ I4 u2 f9 i, e　　Same waitress every day of your life and she never remembers your allergies.
. q- N. w4 [* y　　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.
0 r5 y: b. p: c0 W1 S- m$ L) ]　　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.
　　Stone is the past，and the past is a form of flattery.
# f) n6 O5 E5 B! k- Z　　Last winter，groups of children sent letters in sadness for the late Christmas suicide.
+ C) M/ \3 u; {" N4 w+ d6 W　　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.
6 i8 G' f1 d, _! f/ y8 d　　To think out loud about those children's names was to forget what you meant by dying.
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