Dream Work
书名：Dream Work
作者：Mary Oliver
Afterward
I found under my left shoulder
the most curious wound.
As though I had leaned against
some whirring thing,
it bleeds secretly.
Nobody knows its name.
Afterward,
for a reason more right than rational,
I thought of that fat German
in his ill-fitting overcoat
in the woods near Vienna, realizing
that the birds were going farther and farther away, and
no matter how fast he walked
he couldn’t keep up.
How does any of us live in this world?
One thing compensates for another, I suppose.
Sometimes what’s wrong does not hurt at all, but rather
shines like a new moon.
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