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
8 u3 A5 x8 P* m　　I can stand inside and shove
　　the wood around with my
　　bare hands while church bells
* O. ~3 Q5 g/ ^　　deal the hours down through
& x/ D; [5 @" n* O( u1 R　　the chimney. No more
+ b9 i5 F7 [! v3 C, w; d( _% o　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
* f5 c1 ]) n0 Y; I( q　　or architect， the five staves
6 L; a7 }5 J6 S( h5 ?8 A! `2 y　　pitched like rifles over stone.
　　But to be mistro-elemental.
; a6 _! @" x, F　　The flute of clay playing
% p% W- E( W% ]; v　　my breath that riles the flames，
　　the fire risen to such dreaming
　　sung once from landlords' attics.
　　Sung once the broken lyres，
0 H7 c* G* z1 q  L& i2 `5 b　　seasoned and green.
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; _0 x4 r9 `# A% r1 Z! @4 x　　Even the few things I might save，
　　my mother's letters，
　　locks of my children's hair
/ J2 g2 i7 ]! ]5 K　　here handed over like the keys
0 n2 j" e6 Q( `; `　　to a foreclosure， my robes
* Y( q' p0 }2 D, K　　remanded， and furniture
　　dragged out into the yard，
" S. q( ?- U' P" b% \! S: x　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，
　　whereby the house sets sail.
8 a& N. Q+ X9 p: G$ z% J3 t　　And I am standing on a cliff
1 M! j0 J0 w: D# P, Q1 i　　above the sea， a paper light，
　　a lantern. No longer mine
　　to count the wrecks.
5 ]" `6 p" J, S' G9 d8 J+ A5 B　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
' x# w( }7 A1 S4 R　　marrying rock the waters
/ P  b2 C$ I% c  c　　storm to break the door，
& n; p2 l+ d5 E, g7 a　　looked through the fire， beheld
2 S' c9 i. Y) `+ _5 U* l0 w　　a clearing there. This is what
　　you are. What you've come to.
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