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| 作者Author / Bin Ramke |
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Nostalgia
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I did not grow up among paintings.
We had calendars on the kitchen wall
And a portrait of poor Jesus, but I remember
A picture, a calendar above my bed,
October, I suppose, a picture of trees
Turned gold in autumn. I was a schoolboy
Home sick; I stared for hours through
Long afternoons while mother cleaned
Around me or cooked beans and chicken;
I entered it as she listened to the radio's
Romance of Helen Trent. I walked
Myself down a trail littered with gold,
I felt the crispness of cold like you
Feel the crushed ice of daiquiris
Against the tongue. You understand I was
A small boy in south Texas who knew nothing
Of autumn leaves, of winter, or of art. |
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***The poem is from White Monkeys. (Bin Ramke. Athens: Georgia UP, 1981. P. 28)
All Rights Reseved. Used with permission by The University of Georgia Press, 2002 |
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