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作者: yezi   父亲节:The Gods' Eyes: Stories from the Father Line 2016-06-14 11:39:39  [点击:441]
copyright 1998 by Patricia Celley Groth

The poems in The God's Eyes combine a gentle lyricism with a forceful narrative energy. Groth's vivid and inviting recollections of childhood and family, so carefully shaped, are like sepia photographs brought to life.

- Jo Eldridge Carney

The Gods' Eyes

My brothers were Gods,
handsome, dashing boys
knowing no boundaries
except for what they could think of.
I was their Pysche, their mortal dupe,
pledged in my heart
to do anything they asked.

The day the rotting clothesline broke,
the one from the third floor back porch
to the pole half way down the hill,
they took one frayed end, still
threaded through the pulley overhead,
passed it through the handles
on the wicker clothes basket,
and tied it to itself
in a neat Cub Scout knot.
Yes, it worked.
They could pull on the other end
and the basket would go down the wail
and back again.

First, mother's bag of little clothespin people
bumped down three stories and up to the top.
Next Boots the cat went down
but jumped out six feet from the bottom
sending the basket swinging heartily.
Disappointed, the boy-gods looked around
for another passenger,
one less skittish
and more cooperative.
Their eyes fell on me,
longing to be next.

I settled down on the knobby wicker,
held right to my doll Mary
while they grunted
and heaved the basket
with its thirty pounds
of little sister
to the railing launch pad.

flying flying flying
cool sky blue air
leaves a blur
of dizzy green
pulley chirping
like a manic bird
heart beating beating
beyond the body
beyond time
I am whirling
with the Universe.

In the scholding, the grown-ups
said we should have known better,
but all I knew then,
all I know now, is this:

If you want to fly,
you must answer
when the Gods call.

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