两首诗

Shane McCrae
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佩内洛普和守望的火她每天晚上烧织布机取暖。但每天早晨它都完整地回来,披着不眠的蓝色织物,一副波浪的骨架头几天早晨,它出现时,她对海浪感到惊讶。她曾公开发誓,她不会再看大海,直到她的丈夫——就在她发着誓言的时候,也许已经淹死在海里——回过头来。很快,她开始相信波浪是由波浪之神派来折磨她的。求婚者之一,anAttractive男人,butToo年轻,告诉她,她丈夫的奴隶(页670)清除早餐从留出空间,炫目的独眼巨人byNo男人,她确信是她丈夫也许她编织的骨头withWhich hisPerhaps她不会再见到他,但会laborAlways,手指流血blueThreads, machineOf丈夫的骨头(页671)因此,她以为身上,多年使劲压,作为他的奴隶塞织机,她看着他们弯着腰,无法选择如何使用他们的力量。夜间的建筑工人两个工人,一个站在洞口的一边,把梯子拉过去。这个洞是方形的,两英尺乘两英尺,离地面一层,是在两栋楼之间的栅栏上挖出来的。他们在那里确保梯子不会滑倒,不会消失在黑暗中,穿过笼子里闪烁的灯光的边缘,地狱有时就在那里,把梯子喂给吃世界的瘦弱的国王。他们没有看到那个洞,他们没有看到举起银色梯子的工人,而是梯子本身,它从穿过的光线中发出的光芒谢恩·麦克雷谢恩·麦克雷是诗集《数百种气味》和《该隐命名的动物:诗歌》的作者,也是回忆录《拉着太阳的战车》的作者。他住在纽约市,在哥伦比亚大学任教。版权所有©2023南方大学
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Two Poems
Two Poems Shane McCrae (bio) Penelope and The Watching Fire She burned the loom eachNight, for heat. But eachMorning it returned Whole, and draped with aRestless blue fabricA wave's skeleton The first few morningsIt appeared, she wasSurprised by the wave She had publiclyVowed she would not lay [End Page 669] Eyes upon the sea Until her husbandWho even as sheSpoke her vow, perhaps Lay drowned in the seaReturned. And soon, sheCame to believe the Wave was sent to herBy the god of wavesTo torment her. One Of her suitors, anAttractive man, butToo young, had told her As her husband's slaves [End Page 670] Cleared breakfast from theRoom, of the blinding Of the Cyclops byNo Man, who she wasSure was her husband Perhaps the bones withWhich she wove were hisPerhaps she would not See him again, butInstead would laborAlways, her fingers Bloodying the blueThreads, at the machineOf her husband's bones [End Page 671] And so, she thought ofHim, long years intoHis absence, as his Slaves stuffed the loom, itsHollow parts, the gapsIn its workings, with Straw, as she watched themBend, who could not chooseHow to use their strength [End Page 672] Construction Workers at Night Two workers, one on either side of the hole, pull The ladder through. The hole is square, two Feet by two feet, one story off the groundCut in a fence between two buildings. They are there to Make sure the ladder doesn't slip and vanish Into the darkness past the blinking Edge of the light cast by the caged bulb, where hellHas sometimes been, to feed the ladder to the thin king Who eats the world. They do not watch the hole They do not watch the worker who Hands up the silvery ladder, but the ladderItself, the gleam it bears from the light it passes through [End Page 673] Shane McCrae Shane McCrae is the author of the poetry collections The Many Hundreds of the Scent and Cain Named the Animal: Poems as well as a memoir, Pulling the Chariot of the Sun. He lives in New York City and teaches at Columbia University. Copyright © 2023 The University of the South
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