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上帝,我一无所知,我感觉荒唐
害怕你开始情报:
它到此为止了吗?关于性爱,关于食物,
关于书籍和白桦树我声言感激,
可是当我为未成熟的死亡悲伤时
我的悲痛溃烂,恶化到恐惧
我一无所知。赐给我日常食品
God, I know nothing, my sense is all nonsense,
And fear of You begins intelligence:
Does it end there? For sexual love, for food,
For books and birch trees I claim gratitude,
But when I grieve over the unripe dead
My grief festers, corrupted into dread,
And I know nothing. Give us our daily bread.
"A Grace" by Donald Hall, from Old & New Poems. ? Ticknor & Fields, 1990. Reprinted with permission. |
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