低音音符和:温度

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Leopoldine Core
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贝斯音调,和温度莱奥波丁·科伊(生物)贝斯音调你沿着麦迪逊大道美丽而又略带目的的方式在月光下从最深的贝斯音调中长出红金色的头发,即使在上午11点你也召唤并站在那里,尽管你曾说过你也是一个名叫洛奇的男人,但你还是很有女人味。当你在大都会博物馆的灰色台阶上磨蹭时,一件橙色的连衣裙在你的拖鞋上飘动。我看见一只纹有佩斯利图案的飞蛾爬在岩架上,大得像一只蜂鸟,但却冒着面纱的危险——静止不动,脚也不动。你说过,当太阳升起的时候看到夜间的鬼魂,这是个好兆头。博物馆里很黑,石头很凉,红色的珠宝日夜不醒,博物馆里的空气总是湿漉漉的,你说,晶莹剔透的华丽金属,把它们吸进茶杯里,它们那过分高贵的面孔——也充满了对高贵的渴望——觉得自己可能缺乏尊严。你想从一件事跑到另一件事,后来你想吃土豆,土豆泥,油炸,用黄油煮土豆沙拉,甚至土豆——这么多不同的方法,我们都忘了它们是土豆。现在你死了,你未来的笑容就刻在了上面我走上台阶,看着那些我曾经想保护你的东西——即使现在我还在这么做——日夜不停地想着你然后又有了另一个。她说,手是第二张脸。沙子就是原因。岩石就是原因。海洋就是原因。我有这样的想法,每一刻都是永恒的,月亮就是原因。星星就是原因。银河系就是原因。屋里是星期天。它是蓝色的,透明的,它不是捕捉到的,而是一种波浪的声音,它使我想起了那头盖着头发的后脑勺上的思想,太阳把灰色的土地变成了一个晃动的花园。Leopoldine Core是诗集《Veronica Bench》和故事集《When Watched》的作者,该故事集获得了怀廷奖,并入围了笔会/海明威奖。版权所有©2023耶鲁大学
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Bass Notes, and: Temperatures
Bass Notes, and: Temperatures Leopoldine Core (bio) Bass Notes The beautiful, slightlypurposeful way youmoved downMadison Avenue Red-gold hairgrowing out of thedeepest bass notesin the moonlight yousummonedand stood ineven at 11am deeply femalethoughonce you said youwere also a mannamed Rocky. An orange dress flappedaround your slippersas you scuffed upthe thin grey stepsof the Met How intrepid this city can be. [End Page 51] I saw a paisleypatterned moth out onthe ledge big as a hummingbirdbut risking its veil—stillness and feet That's a good omen, you saidto see a nighttime ghostwhen the sun ishere. It was dark insidethe museumthe stone was coolthe red jewelsawake all night and day The air is always wetat the Met, you saidOverly dewy Ornate metalsbreathing them in then teacups, theirexcessively dignifiedfaces—full also of a desirefor dignity—feeling they mightlack it. You wanted to runfrom thing to thing [End Page 52] and later you wanted potatoes Mashed, fried,boiled with butter Potato salad, even Potatoesso many different waysthat we forgot they werepotatoes. Your future smileis inscribed now that you're dead Walking up steps and lookingat things I wanted to protect you—even now I do All dayand all night Guarding the thought of you And then there'sanother one. [End Page 53] Temperatures The hand is the secondface, she said. The sand was thereason. The rocks were thereason. The ocean was thereason. I had this ideathat everymoment lives forever The moon was thereason. The stars werethe reason. Thegalaxy was the reason. It was Sundayinside. It wasblue and transparent It was not capturedbut a wave sound, itreminded me of [End Page 54] The back of that headcovered with hairwas marked with thoughts The sun turned thegrey earth intoa shaking garden. [End Page 55] Leopoldine Core leopoldine core is the author of the poetry collection Veronica Bench and the story collection When Watched, which won a Whiting Award and was a finalist for the PEN/Hemingway Award. Copyright © 2023 Yale University
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