THE STORM ~o)
Because you have increased my hurt,
I will not mention what occurs to me now
In this rainstorm, the green curtains
Soaked at the bottom, heavily flapping
Out time, the shadows of clouds moving
Across the sides of buildings, shapes
Everywhere changing, the words to use
Changing, thoughts to refer to, changing
Too, and now, in the rain, whatever you do
Hurts me, hurts me, and makes me wait for
The next thing you think of, the next thing
you do.
What makes memory, I wonder, what makes
It whole and what makes it part?
What eliminates feeling in time
And what makes it real,
And why, when the rain is falling,
And the wind is raging,
And the curtains allow in no light,
And the cat is asleep in dreams,
And the walls shift and the dust is wet,
Why is there no feeing
For what happens,
As it rains, as one sleeps?
明續
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