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往田里送水--乔伊斯.萨特分

已有 42 次阅读2017-7-15 11:39 |个人分类:2017|系统分类:诗歌

七月那些热辣辣的下午,
我父亲开着拖拉机出去
开垦玉米垄,我妈妈
会提着一个装满了冰和水的美胜瓶
让我们送去,用一块盘形的毛巾
裹上它隔绝热气。

就像一枚发射入轨道固定的行星的火箭,
我会抄近路穿过田野
进入一条计算出拦截的轨道--
又或,甚至--让专注于起垄,
把土翻到梨片下的他感到意外。

他会探望,看见我们,减小油门,
停下,从拖拉机上走下
带着一股子牛仔跳下马的优雅,
感激地接下这瓶水,冰块,现在
都融化成小碎片,大口大口地,一气喝干,
而我们看着,大功告成。
And on those hot afternoons in July,
when my father was out on the tractor
cultivating rows of corn, my mother
would send us out with a Mason jar
filled with ice and water, a dish towel
wrapped around it for insulation.

Like a rocket launched to an orbiting
planet, we would cut across the fields
in a trajectory calculated to intercept—
or, perhaps, even—surprise him
in his absorption with the row and the
turning always over earth beneath the blade.

He would look up and see us, throttle
down, stop, and step from the tractor
with the grace of a cowboy dismounting
his horse, and receive gratefully the jar
of water, ice cubes now melted into tiny
shards, drinking it down in a single gulp,
while we watched, mission accomplished.
“Carrying Water to the Field” by Joyce Sutphen. Used by permission of the poet

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