The Well Rising


The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside,
the plowshare brimming through deep ground
everywhere in the field—

The sharp swallows in their swerve
flaring and hesitating
hunting for the final curve
coming closer and closer—

The swallow heart from wingbeat to wingbeat
counseling decision, decision:
thunderous examples. I place my feet
with care in such a world.


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威廉·斯塔福德

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  1. 读睡君5年前

    我在《心动从不是舒适的感受》  https://mmbizurl.cn/s/9NU7PhGiL  这篇公众号文章里提到了这首诗
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