Some Questions


Who first asked it?
The sand or the footprint,
the remembering or the forgetting?

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A house, a door, an hour—
which is frame, which picture?

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Where found, old grief-joy,
your salvage-yard windows and shutters,
your emergency, your emergence?

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Me, you / us, them—
What
molecule cell creature
came first to feel it?

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Was it painful?

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How came separation to chisel,
to cherish, to chafe?

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Hammock of burning carbon
life wove from,
hammock life slept in,
unraveling—

did you find us useful,
interesting,
comic?

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Will you miss them,
the cruelty and hunger,
the manatees and spoonbills,
awe’s inexplicable swaying?


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简·赫什菲尔德

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