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• Four Poems
• Shane McCrae (bio)

To Nicholas From My Absence

You are now you have been you are now seventeenWhen I was seventeen I had theYear before met my fatherWhom I had known before but I had been

Kidnapped for thirteen years and thousandsOf miles away in nowhere he would think to look for meBut I know where you are and weKnow where we are I send you texts and you send

Texts back from fewer thousands ofMiles from it's Maps I just checked says it's fifteen hundred milesAway from fifteen hundred miles away [End Page 268] When I was seventeen I couldn't loveMy father like his childWhom I had been when I was three I am a blank where I should be [End Page 269]

The Professor

The air is colder than the light in the airNo fog no smoke but the light hangs on the airLike fog like smoke I'm walking to the bakeryOn Amsterdam across from the cathedral

A middle-aged man wearing a tweed cap andA limp blue Members Only jacket passes meAnd a black face mask with a white skullPrinted on it but death is a professor everywhere

What have you learned he asksWhat do you knowI turn the corner and the sidewalk's full of stu-dents everybody's parents sent them hoping

Back elsewhere the professor hangs his jacket on his chairSighs off his cap tightens his mask [End Page 270]

Arm in the Excavator's Shovel

The excavation ripples through the bodyThe skeleton in dirt the dirt at certainDepths relative to the skeleton corre- sponds to the shape of the living person

Thus anyone with the right coordinatesCould dig the shape of the person from the dirtBut made of dirt but with his skeleton Inside it would it be an it

When cradled in the living arms of the workerBecause no excavator has yet beenDesigned to fear the thing it rips from the dirt No excavator would be gen-

tle enough not to break the simulac-rum from its bone original and frame [End Page 271] Or would the crumbling shape become a him The excavator tears an arm

Off and it dangles from the shovel asClumps of dirt fall through the shovel's teeth meat cookedFrom the bone the shovel raised to the sky a mouth Gaping forever and a sac-

rificial altar if one's it the otherMust be him a worker waves her armsThe skull at her feet but who does not praise The mouth to whom the body comes [End Page 272]

That Time is a Refining Fire

being a recapitulation of the "Fresh Eyes for a Fresh World" sections of Sometimes I Never Suffered

As Earth began with first each fewTen million years then hundred thousand thenTen thousand thousand hundred ten and nowEach week almost each day began

To seem like Heaven more like Heaven in his eyesThe hastily assembled angel moreSlowly as time moved forward seemed at leastTo move things changed and time seemed to be there

Somewhere between the insides of and out-side changing things and each new generationOf human beings saw most familiar things replaced and mostHow else could they survive the angel [End Page 273] Wondered most thought Obsolete things return improved in timeAnd time connects them to the versions ofThemselves that were once themAnd are not now as we will be ourselves

In better lives but still ourselves in the futureAnd we will feel a happiness then weDon't feel we can't feel now ourAnticipation is its echo and sustains us the hastily

Assembled angel struggled not to butForgot what Heaven was like and only slowedBy struggling forgetting whatHe best remembers he's not sure he knows

The colors he remembers all the colorsOf Heaven but in Heaven he hadn't learned [End Page 274] The differences between colors and all theColors were one color like one fire...

中文翻译：

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四首诗

代替摘要，这里是内容的简要摘录：

• 四首诗
• 肖恩·麦克莱（Shane McCrae）（生物）

从我的缺席到尼古拉斯

你现在是你曾经是你现在是十七岁当我十七岁的时候，我遇到了我父亲之前的一年，我以前认识他，但是我曾经

被绑架了十三年，在千里之外的地方，他想找我，但我知道你在哪里，我们知道我们在哪里，我发短信给你，你发给你

我刚刚检查过的地图从不到几千英里处发回的短信说，距离一千五百英里之外只有一千五百英里[End Page 268] 当我十七岁的时候，我不能爱我的父亲，就像他的孩子一样，我在那时3我应该在空白处[结束页269]

教授

空气比空气中的光还冷。没有雾，没有烟，但是光在空中悬浮，就像雾一样，像烟一样，我正走向面包店。在阿姆斯特丹，大教堂对面

一个中年男子戴着花呢帽，身穿蓝色软呢帽，只有夹克穿过我，一个戴着白色骷髅的黑色口罩印在上面，但死亡无处不在。

你学到了什么，他问道。你知道什么？我拐弯了，人行道上满是学生，每个人的父母都寄给他们希望

教授又回到了其他地方，将外套挂在椅子上，叹了口气，收紧了面具[End Page 270]

用挖掘机的铲子武装

The excavation ripples through the bodyThe skeleton in dirt the dirt at certainDepths relative to the skeleton corre- sponds to the shape of the living person

Thus anyone with the right coordinatesCould dig the shape of the person from the dirtBut made of dirt but with his skeleton Inside it would it be an it

When cradled in the living arms of the workerBecause no excavator has yet beenDesigned to fear the thing it rips from the dirt No excavator would be gen-

tle enough not to break the simulac-rum from its bone original and frame [End Page 271] Or would the crumbling shape become a him The excavator tears an arm

关闭并从挖土机悬挂着泥土掉落的竹丛熟透铲的牙齿肉从铲提高到天空嘴骨永远屄和SAC-

rificial祭坛如果一个人的它的其他必须是他一个工人波浪她的胳膊在她脚下的头骨，但谁不夸谁机身自带的嘴[尾页272]

那个时候是炼油

是有时我从未受过苦难的“新鲜世界的新鲜眼神”部分的概括

当地球开始于每隔一千万年的开始，然后是十万，然后是一万零一十，现在每个星期几乎每一天都开始

在他眼中看起来像天堂，更像天堂匆匆集结的天使，慢慢地，至少随着时间的流逝，似乎在改变事物，时间似乎在那儿

的内部和OUT-之间的某个侧面改变的东西，每一代新人类看到最熟悉的东西所取代，最他们还能怎样生存下来的天使[尾页273] 想知道大多数人认为过时的东西返回时间提高而时间将它们连接到曾经的他们自己的版本，而不是现在，因为我们将成为我们自己

在更好的生活，但我们还是在未来，我们会感到幸福那么我们不觉得我们不能感觉到我们现在的期待是它的回声和维持我们的匆忙

聚集的天使竭尽全力，但是却忘记了天堂的样子，只是努力地忘记了自己最记得的东西，他不确定自己是否知道

他记得所有的颜色，但他还没有学会天堂[End Page 274] 颜色与所有颜色之间的区别是一种颜色，就像一团火...