精美英文诗歌：My Life's Calling

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　　My life's calling， setting fires.
　　Here in a hearth so huge
　　I can stand inside and shove
1 h/ ?' M7 F/ D6 m　　the wood around with my
3 `5 ~4 g! b. w" V5 D: r3 [* z　　bare hands while church bells
3 k( N- V; X6 A1 c6 {- c6 u9 U　　deal the hours down through
　　the chimney. No more
　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
8 n3 W; k/ M. E! R1 Y　　or architect， the five staves
　　pitched like rifles over stone.
　　But to be mistro-elemental.
　　The flute of clay playing
- o6 r- f3 G, A7 w# t　　my breath that riles the flames，
9 \- }2 Y' L1 t: \; X( u　　the fire risen to such dreaming
5 |: {8 |6 t! F2 H　　sung once from landlords' attics.
　　Sung once the broken lyres，
7 c# h" A5 b+ T! x; x$ X! C! i9 j　　seasoned and green.

　　Even the few things I might save，
" G7 _; x, ~5 p6 Z4 G　　my mother's letters，
　　locks of my children's hair
　　here handed over like the keys
9 w2 h* U) n7 t# Q" a& e  m　　to a foreclosure， my robes
　　remanded， and furniture
. o" X$ T6 l% j& J　　dragged out into the yard，
　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，
　　whereby the house sets sail.
  H/ g6 S: N& t" x/ }　　And I am standing on a cliff
　　above the sea， a paper light，
% K/ c! V' }  F! z# ^8 Q　　a lantern. No longer mine
　　to count the wrecks.
　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
　　marrying rock the waters
  R  R9 ^) N: G+ \1 y- h/ D　　storm to break the door，
　　looked through the fire， beheld
, c+ S  Y& U: s  e* T8 P　　a clearing there. This is what
" E- y" g# \& M9 r/ V- d　　you are. What you've come to.
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