These frail, white widows
who get their hair done weekly
in tight curls,
like little flowers,
bend their heads
until the applause
says it’s time
to be brave again.
It was your idea
to park and watch the elephants
swaying among the trees
like royalty
at that make-believe safari
near Laguna.
I didn’t know anything that big
could be so quiet.
And once, you stopped
on a dark desert road
to show me the stars
climbing over each other
riotously
like insects
like an orchestra
thrashing its way
through time itself
I never saw light that way
again.
致艾伦.金斯伯格
另外，
感谢您解释了
老树的
慷慨之死
如何成就了
森林的
红色土地
For Allen Ginsberg
Among other things,
thanks for explaining
how the generous death
of old trees
forms
the red powdered floor
of the forest.
我必须告诉你
我必须告诉你，
当太阳
像一面锣
撞击我的那些时候，
我记得一切，
甚至你的耳朵。
I have to tell you
I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.
I don't own an exquisite way to move around in the night
—Doug Benezra
It occurs to me that,
when I die,
they might find the necklace
I dropped behind the bed
and wonder
how long it was there,
and whether I’d missed it.
But will they care
about my favorite color,
my long-range plans,
or my habit of searching myself
for signs of rust?
I knew something was wrong
the day I tried to pick up a
small piece of sunlight
and it slithered through my fingers,
not wanting to take shape.
Everything else stayed the same—
the chairs and the carpet
and all the corners
where the waiting continued.
I allow myself
the luxury of breakfast
(I am no nun, for Christ’s sake).
Charmed as I am
by the sputter of bacon,
and the eye-opening properties
of eggs,
it’s the coffee
that’s really sacramental.
In the old days,
I spread fires and floods and pestilence
on my toast.
Nowadays, I’m more selective,
I only read my horoscope
by the quiet glow of the marmalade.
It is not so much that I miss you
as the remembering
which I suppose is a form of missing
except more positive,
like the time of the blackout
when fear was my first response
followed by love of the dark.
In a lightning bolt
of memory,
I see our statue of Buddha
(a wedding gift from Uncle Gene)
which always sat
on top of the speaker cabinet.
When a visitor asked,
“So, does Buddha like jazz?”
you said, “I hope so.
He’s been getting it up the ass
for a long time.”作者: 忍淹留 时间: 2015-8-9 19:05
果然雷厉风行，毫不含糊，叶主持傍晚好。作者: 叶如钢 时间: 2015-8-10 07:41
