精美英文诗歌：My Life's Calling

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　　My life's calling， setting fires.
; {4 U# ~9 ~7 p5 N1 ?　　Here in a hearth so huge
　　I can stand inside and shove
  f$ W7 i* G- ^! {! M0 r　　the wood around with my
　　bare hands while church bells
2 O8 [/ `" v, \( @. {　　deal the hours down through
　　the chimney. No more
　　woodcutter， creel for the fire
　　or architect， the five staves
　　pitched like rifles over stone.
/ T$ x* o, b0 n' |2 N　　But to be mistro-elemental.
　　The flute of clay playing
$ V2 P0 z0 [* \7 w/ I( h" ~( S5 w　　my breath that riles the flames，
% H3 P% l( N8 [! m. h1 ~0 {　　the fire risen to such dreaming
　　sung once from landlords' attics.
, H$ q8 ?' s* y4 w5 t: Y　　Sung once the broken lyres，
0 R+ B  y3 R- b' h6 a　　seasoned and green.

　　Even the few things I might save，
9 L" s5 C8 Z+ M/ d. I　　my mother's letters，
  m3 ^5 w5 r0 j　　locks of my children's hair
: x8 e5 M; F( l. b0 B$ x　　here handed over like the keys
& z8 Q! y' d* k$ Z; M　　to a foreclosure， my robes
　　remanded， and furniture
! M! c8 d$ X; I  C% A1 ~% e& c　　dragged out into the yard，
, x1 g  `, d) W5 G　　my bedsheets hoisted up the pine，
* b$ F: m: G( ^. B# i- G, ?& B　　whereby the house sets sail.
　　And I am standing on a cliff
　　above the sea， a paper light，
　　a lantern. No longer mine
: L, k# G' e+ j$ T: y+ }　　to count the wrecks.
% v  l; ?1 d- ~# R# A% v! L1 F　　Who rode the ships in ringing，
　　marrying rock the waters
, v: I2 p# F6 e' U$ L. v. a& h4 S　　storm to break the door，
% [4 S& b$ t2 F2 w$ N5 L5 x　　looked through the fire， beheld
% u6 ^" y' ], J+ S( d9 O& ]1 z& W　　a clearing there. This is what
　　you are. What you've come to.