精美英文诗歌：My Life's Calling

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　　My life's calling， setting fires.
' m7 Q. l6 f8 M1 T6 l0 ?; W  E　　Here in a hearth so huge
2 R# o* G( q6 u; J7 w* H- m5 t. O　　I can stand inside and shove
* T# G3 k3 Y. W; g　　the wood around with my
　　bare hands while church bells
　　deal the hours down through
$ C& V) O9 f0 L. R% z6 w, O, P　　the chimney. No more
( e( ?& Y; t5 B$ r( ]　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
2 l+ a+ B# o$ k) b0 s$ \$ U　　or architect， the five staves
　　pitched like rifles over stone.
, q/ ?4 q' G9 D. B6 a　　But to be mistro-elemental.
　　The flute of clay playing
. c2 O( W, b2 h/ @" o% x9 H　　my breath that riles the flames，
1 `. p2 k8 C7 o0 _　　the fire risen to such dreaming
3 R! [3 [; L2 Z( _& ]8 n, S　　sung once from landlords' attics.
　　Sung once the broken lyres，
( {- b/ M$ n- E3 V* H　　seasoned and green.

　　Even the few things I might save，
4 v" [# d: a' H4 `　　my mother's letters，
　　locks of my children's hair
　　here handed over like the keys
　　to a foreclosure， my robes
　　remanded， and furniture
　　dragged out into the yard，
　　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
* |; o4 m8 r0 @1 h6 a　　to count the wrecks.
2 q$ I/ \9 a" o) q+ f  j　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
　　marrying rock the waters
　　storm to break the door，
( ^( l" |" u  Y　　looked through the fire， beheld
　　a clearing there. This is what
　　you are. What you've come to.
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