新声存档｜阿忙姑娘-Winter Poem&Like a Real Flame-Robert Bly&Melissa Broder

Winter Poem The quivering wings of the winter ant wait for lean winter to end. I love you in slow, dim-witted ways, hardly speaking, one or two words only. What caused us each to live hidden? A wound, the wind, a word, a parent. Sometimes we wait in a helpless way, awkwardly, not whole and not healed. When we hid the wound, we fell back from a human to a shelled life. Now we feel the ant’s hard chest, the carapace, the silent tongue. This must be the way of the ant, the winter ant, the way of those who are wounded and want to live: to breathe, to sense another, and to wait. Robert Bly Like a Real Flame I want the hole in my ear to be quiet And inside the hole in my ear to be quiet And I want it to tell me what to do Or I will go to my lover’s mouth And say oh my quiet I am coming And tell the quiet how its kingdom should be made Though the quiet has already eaten me Because the quiet loves me But does the lover love me And why must the quiet be so quiet And why can’t the quiet have a cock And where is its violet mouth Its ten fingers with which to fix me And where is its belly breathing And O I want to be fixed But I am already fixed Why don’t I feel it Melissa Broder