Alice Miller
Countrymen
语言: 英文
翻译:
德文 (Mitbürger)
Countrymen
Turning and turning to a never you know
we have been here before.
Moon swollen for Easter, curved belly above cloud.
Why suns fall preening, why even leaves turn;
why no way of losing the rocks in your pockets
the drown in each eye.
You’ll always have life instead of art.
You’ll always wring your brain like a washcloth
as he enters for the last time, cold.
Hours ache.
The world’s roof holds a billion
cradled rivulets for rain.