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
8 c5 S# P- @1 e# F0 Z" }2 ^) N5 P8 a　　the wood around with my
　　bare hands while church bells
8 W* i6 q. l& S( E4 [. V　　deal the hours down through
　　the chimney. No more
　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
5 C) O. |& B; A! c　　or architect， the five staves
* M" r6 Y5 u1 T9 D　　pitched like rifles over stone.
3 {8 ^7 z8 E, y# O! v2 d; `/ l　　But to be mistro-elemental.
+ \' M  z2 t$ p4 J2 l　　The flute of clay playing
　　my breath that riles the flames，
6 Q/ B5 d3 c  k, M& B8 o* \　　the fire risen to such dreaming
: x- T( m9 Y% A+ T6 a6 r　　sung once from landlords' attics.
3 U! z1 I  Z% `& K, u0 U+ B　　Sung once the broken lyres，
　　seasoned and green.

　　Even the few things I might save，
$ h  G% r9 h8 _3 W" ]5 O! U. _　　my mother's letters，
. {( X9 y" h: I　　locks of my children's hair
　　here handed over like the keys
0 K+ @6 T- M# P4 w' \# l　　to a foreclosure， my robes
8 w4 E! z7 J+ {- g' q7 @; U　　remanded， and furniture
) m: i+ C: u! W# }1 U5 A　　dragged out into the yard，
  `/ `3 s# p! u3 D　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，
　　whereby the house sets sail.
　　And I am standing on a cliff
' b# @+ l0 P0 Z8 o/ ?　　above the sea， a paper light，
( [0 C% G) N, m( ]* ~- R　　a lantern. No longer mine
　　to count the wrecks.
0 ]4 H. D9 w* @* X6 P　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
$ |9 p1 p. x( \% Y5 D　　marrying rock the waters
　　storm to break the door，
( \+ Z6 I1 i4 d$ S) `& l  G　　looked through the fire， beheld
　　a clearing there. This is what
: D! J# Q# d/ s( Y　　you are. What you've come to.