The Suicide
The Suicide I jump from a building As if I were falling asleep, The wind like a pillow Slowing me down, Slowing me down, As if I were dreaming. Surrounded by air, I come to a stop, And stand back like a tourist Watching the pigeons. People in offices, Wanting to save me, Open their mouths. “Throw me a stone,” I yell, Wanting to fall. But nobody listens. They throw me a rope. And now I am walking, Talking to you, Talking to you As if I were dreaming I were alive Mark Strand #诗歌
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