文章基本信息

标题：From Blue Rooms.
作者：Hernandez, David (American writer)
期刊名称：West Branch
印刷版ISSN：0149-6441
出版年度：2011
期号：September
语种：English
出版社：Bucknell University

摘要：

 FROM BLUE ROOMS     First the cat    comes to you, cloud white,    one-eyed, then I    come to you,    there on his iris, around    the pupil's dark seed,    cool, icy ring of me.    Cat first, eye next, then this    thought: How did the vet    remove it?    Some little spoonlike tool,    then the eye looking    up from a surgical tray, the cornea    torn in a catfight.    So one thought    follows another follows a third    until you equate    the eye to the damaged world.    Bomb craters. Wildfires. Giant    wedges of white    toppling into the Arctic. Trees,    acres of trees, felled    by chainsaw, by tsunami.    The earth grinding into itself,    leveling what was once    upright. Stop it.    When you are like this, obsessed    with disaster,    I would rather be    pink at a county fair, that dull rose    cobwebbed around    a paper cone. But I am here    stuck with you    until this cat uncoils from your lap.    Let us make the best of this    moment together:    See how his eye    dazzles like polished sapphire?    Just look at it.    No, the other one.

关键词：Disasters;Domestic cats;Female-male relations;Human condition;Modern life;Suffering

From Blue Rooms.

Hernandez, David (American writer)

 FROM BLUE ROOMS
    First the cat
   comes to you, cloud white,
   one-eyed, then I
   come to you,
   there on his iris, around
   the pupil's dark seed,
   cool, icy ring of me.
   Cat first, eye next, then this
   thought: How did the vet
   remove it?
   Some little spoonlike tool,
   then the eye looking
   up from a surgical tray, the cornea
   torn in a catfight.
   So one thought
   follows another follows a third
   until you equate
   the eye to the damaged world.
   Bomb craters. Wildfires. Giant
   wedges of white
   toppling into the Arctic. Trees,
   acres of trees, felled
   by chainsaw, by tsunami.
   The earth grinding into itself,
   leveling what was once
   upright. Stop it.
   When you are like this, obsessed
   with disaster,
   I would rather be
   pink at a county fair, that dull rose
   cobwebbed around
   a paper cone. But I am here
   stuck with you
   until this cat uncoils from your lap.
   Let us make the best of this
   moment together:
   See how his eye
   dazzles like polished sapphire?
   Just look at it.
   No, the other one.