精美英文诗歌：My Life's Calling

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　　My life's calling， setting fires.
, \3 l6 N( E9 ^9 P7 m8 q7 ~& t1 N　　Here in a hearth so huge
　　I can stand inside and shove
　　the wood around with my
; I+ O: U) q" `& X. ^$ A+ h　　bare hands while church bells
　　deal the hours down through
　　the chimney. No more
3 y9 w% q2 e: _) H2 N0 P1 y: t　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
　　or architect， the five staves
　　pitched like rifles over stone.
　　But to be mistro-elemental.
　　The flute of clay playing
　　my breath that riles the flames，
　　the fire risen to such dreaming
　　sung once from landlords' attics.
　　Sung once the broken lyres，
　　seasoned and green.

! P) Z9 p9 M9 c4 K) Y0 S$ t! f　　Even the few things I might save，
　　my mother's letters，
  C; U. x8 ~' ~% ^0 ]　　locks of my children's hair
　　here handed over like the keys
　　to a foreclosure， my robes
8 T/ E0 k, p; N7 V6 H- ?* R( I　　remanded， and furniture
　　dragged out into the yard，
( ]2 A' o  f. A" j( l6 S　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，
　　whereby the house sets sail.
　　And I am standing on a cliff
　　above the sea， a paper light，
　　a lantern. No longer mine
7 E2 @$ M3 a" t  {" [　　to count the wrecks.
　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
　　marrying rock the waters
　　storm to break the door，
4 O$ L5 O( Q3 J1 I% _　　looked through the fire， beheld
　　a clearing there. This is what
　　you are. What you've come to.