安妮·卡森诗选

• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  As the aeroplane moved over the frozen white flatland of the clouds Geryon lefthis life behind like a weak season.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  It was raining on his face. He forgot for a moment that he was a brokenheartthen he remembered. Sick lurchdownward to Geryon trapped in his own bad apple. Each morning a shockto return to the cut soul.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  Not touchingbut joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  From far down the freeway came a sound of fishhooks scraping the bottom of the world.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  "How does distance look?" is a simple direct question. It extends from a spacelesswithin to the edgeof what can be loved.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  I put some clean T-shirts in your top drawer this afternoon, she said.Her voice drew a circlearound all the years he had spent in this room.Geryon glanced down.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  Herakles stepped off the bus from New Mexico and Geryoncame fast around the corner of the platform and there it was one of those momentsthat is the opposite of blindness.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  Geryon watched his mother pick a fragment of tobacco off her tongue before she said,Does he ever write anything with a happy ending? Geryon paused.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  When Geryon was little he loved to sleep but even more he loved to wake up.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  Between Main Door and Kindergarten ran a corridor. To Geryon it wasa hundred thousand milesof thunder tunnels and indoor neon sky slammed open by giants.
• ROOT1886

  2023-03-02
  What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else… Adjectives seem fairly innocent additions but look again. These small imported mechanisms are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. They are the latches of being.
• IonMaiSheng

  2021-01-19
  这是关于我们的美的记忆。他向下窥视阐提的地心，所有光子倾泻自她的古老之眼，而他冲着相机镜头微笑：“人类保有的唯一秘密。”
• IonMaiSheng

  2021-01-19
  革律翁在布宜诺斯艾利斯的人行道上彻底宕机而人潮在他宽外套的四面八方涌动。人，革律翁想，他的一生是一场奇妙的冒险。他走入人群的悲喜剧中。
• IonMaiSheng

  2021-01-19
  神话是一个被丰富的范式，一个双面的命题，允许操作者意在言外，过一种双重的人生。因此亘古以来人们认为，诗人都是说谎者。而从诗歌的真实的谎言里缓缓泄露出一个问题。什么真正连接起事物和词语？