l***y
发帖数: 791 | 1 On This Earth
The stars hang low tonight.
I am the night sky black,
liquid and transparent.
Swords would run through me
but not pierce me,
they'll never reach that far into the stars
Whatever the Moon does,
so that you rush to this bank
or favor the other,
or flatten and compress coats of this earth --
You lie yonder the deep ocean,
one body to tug at me to join
from the distant streams, from moist air
under the rocks in the desert, and
the bottom of the cloud banks.
And together we wo |
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