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RhiannonPsycho 诗人的诗(献给文字工作者罗琳阿姨)
The first thing I would like to say is ‘thank you.’
首先请允许我说一声谢谢。
from:《JK罗琳在哈佛大学演讲》
The next poem will be pulled from the moonlight.
it will be a falling star
it will be a burning branch.
The next poem will climb down
from the mango tree while I’m dreaming and sneak away before I wake.
The next poem I will plant
beneath my own skin, I will walk in the rain and allow her to bloom
The next poem I won’t even write.
It will descend with the sun, it will be a walk home next to my shadow.
I am a sword maker and my blade is my pen; I sharpen words until they curve beautifully and sink deeply into the skin of the earth;
I drill with my blade and unleash the rivers of
blood’s experience, staining the dirt, and
blushing the sky.
My poetry has become the colors of my flesh, lust
and blood - words towering
from mountains high, to valleys low, where the sun rises, and the moon sets.
My poetry is earth’s song, bejeweled with emerald valleys and sapphire oceans; the earth is my poem.