介绍:
Morning, Thinking of Empire
We press our lips to the enameled rim of the cups and know this grease that floats
over the coffee will one day stop our hearts. Eyes and fingers drop onto silverware
that is not silverware. Outside the window, waves beat against the chipped walls of the old city. Your hands rise from the rough tablecloth
as if to prophesy. Your lips tremble ...
I want to say to hell with the future.
Our future lies deep in the afternoon.
It is a narrow street with a cart and driver,
a driver who looks at us and hesitates,
then shakes his head. Meanwhile,
I coolly crack the egg of a fine Leghorn chicken. Your eyes film. You turn from me and look across the rooftops at the sea. Even the flies are still.
I crack the other egg.
Surely we have diminished one another.
Raymond Carver
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