《The Wild Iris》Louise Glück

【The Wild Iris】 by Louise Glück At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call death I remember.   Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting. Then nothing. The weak sun flickered over the dry surface. It is terrible to survive as consciousness buried in the dark earth. Then it was over: that which you fear, being a soul and unable to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth bending a little. And what I took to be birds darting in low shrubs. You who do not remember passage from the other world I tell you I could speak again: whatever returns from oblivion returns to find a voice: from the center of my life came a great fountain, deep blue shadows on azure seawater. —————————————————————— 10月菜价终于降了些，现在鸡蛋都不配跟西红柿炒在一起了。今年的菜价着实有些过分。希望明年老天能够情绪稳定些，别动不动撒泼耍赖，搞得民间叫苦不迭，连植物的生物钟都完全紊乱。今年北方的干旱已经让我没机会进山捡菌子了，这账先记着，明年一定要兑现！