精美英文诗歌：My Life's Calling

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　　My life's calling， setting fires.
9 W0 T1 |4 C: t1 w; P, \　　Here in a hearth so huge
/ y) Q8 V  }( p: n$ x) ^9 ?+ c　　I can stand inside and shove
& t. H% X- m, ?9 a7 @: M) t1 B' @　　the wood around with my
　　bare hands while church bells
* b% N1 f  m. r7 ]　　deal the hours down through
& \7 t% P: e! V/ w* a- N/ ~　　the chimney. No more
　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
　　or architect， the five staves
4 l: ?2 o7 q& R9 X; T　　pitched like rifles over stone.
　　But to be mistro-elemental.
3 J% X* R! g3 {- F& j+ a　　The flute of clay playing
　　my breath that riles the flames，
　　the fire risen to such dreaming
　　sung once from landlords' attics.
8 w. L* d8 L8 J  O　　Sung once the broken lyres，
　　seasoned and green.

  {: j/ H: X. [" }9 l　　Even the few things I might save，
　　my mother's letters，
　　locks of my children's hair
　　here handed over like the keys
" g: s5 u& x/ J8 d- G6 c! h" j　　to a foreclosure， my robes
　　remanded， and furniture
　　dragged out into the yard，
　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，
　　whereby the house sets sail.
. n1 c: m1 \) Z2 X, m% ~: n　　And I am standing on a cliff
　　above the sea， a paper light，
　　a lantern. No longer mine
　　to count the wrecks.
- \! c# l  o4 o' ~6 a1 e+ T( C　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
　　marrying rock the waters
　　storm to break the door，
8 Z- R# x4 M( a7 D　　looked through the fire， beheld
　　a clearing there. This is what
5 o% }( E  f4 w- c3 m7 _0 C* h　　you are. What you've come to.
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