1 Where what I see comes to rest, at the edge of the lake, against what I think I see
and, up on the bank, who I am maintains an uneasy truce with who I fear I am,
while in the cabin's shade the gap between the world I said and those I remermber saying
is just wide enough to contain the remains that remain of what I assumed I knew. 2. Out in the canoe, the person I thought you were gingerly trades spots with the person you are
and what I believe I believe sits uncomfortably next to what I believe.
When I promised I will always give you what I want you to want, you heard,or desired to hear,
something else. As, over and in the lake, the cormorant and its image traced paths through the sky. 不知哪裏這首詩打動了我.我轉錄在此,願有人和我一樣欣賞它.我是在七月第三周的<紐約客>雜誌上讀到的.
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