精美英文诗歌：My Life's Calling

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　　My life's calling， setting fires.
8 f, w4 }2 b) P" w; V4 [, _　　Here in a hearth so huge
　　I can stand inside and shove
/ T6 g+ Y) F. r2 z- J　　the wood around with my
# J3 k# S4 X! D& G* I+ t3 \/ x　　bare hands while church bells
　　deal the hours down through
/ }0 Q+ T& b# U/ K% W$ j　　the chimney. No more
　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
　　or architect， the five staves
, O+ w7 T+ i! _　　pitched like rifles over stone.
6 r! G- o! D1 R/ a) J' r+ i# c) n9 i　　But to be mistro-elemental.
　　The flute of clay playing
8 C( c: ~3 l) s7 ^$ f& @& o5 ^　　my breath that riles the flames，
1 z7 h% N: F" n& J6 }　　the fire risen to such dreaming
$ N% Y* b, a8 S6 [' O9 Q　　sung once from landlords' attics.
　　Sung once the broken lyres，
" V3 V7 F7 {* Z" o% v( q　　seasoned and green.

　　Even the few things I might save，
　　my mother's letters，
$ y% r/ x3 E; v* R+ J7 e/ [　　locks of my children's hair
* a" e. F4 D  `& i3 a5 {　　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.
' O; F5 V; G% {0 F: V　　And I am standing on a cliff
8 i0 n, E4 D8 `; Z+ |- T3 k0 O! S　　above the sea， a paper light，
　　a lantern. No longer mine
　　to count the wrecks.
　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
; O9 Z$ p& y+ M　　marrying rock the waters
' Q& R3 H2 W9 N+ I0 Y　　storm to break the door，
　　looked through the fire， beheld
　　a clearing there. This is what
9 e9 l$ C2 A# K% q　　you are. What you've come to.
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