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fire sermon
robert gray
the 1(柔软的) bay is silvered slightly, in its supine lightness;
a stocking-textured water
takes the morning's cerise(樱桃色).
but soon, between the headlands, sea and sky are solid blues
that have closed, almost
seamlessly, like stone.
and yachts have come out to climb on the sea's face, slow
and wavering -- the way
that cabbagemoths walk.
these foreshores are deeply tented in 2 saplings
and tea-trees, leaned
on the engorged light.
filmy and flashing, fuse
into sheets, all around.
now the 5 light-points shoal the water thickly
as the shift to shoveled
gravel in cicadas' song.
simmered eucalyptus oil vaporously uncoils, accompanying
angophoras, the dancing
indras of 6 stone.
7 summer. it seems you can see into the flame, while
light-cells 8, cicadas thrum,
to its naked 9(感觉上的) events.
on the far shore, house-faces are hung, white muslin among
bush 10 as rubble
in the blue empire.
i have left everything behind, for an endpaper shore; to lie
under 11 layers, as
lights 12, coagulate(凝结 ), rebound—
to see one ignite another, billowing, and 13 decline;
to watch here day's ardor(热情,狂热)
that turns water into wine.
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