配图 / Christopher Barraja
配图 / Christopher Barraja Corsair Remember, every lover is a corsair seeking glory, An x-marks-the-spot, a longing for invisible treasure, Every lover is an end-point and a start-point In the history of the world, a spark in the bright flare Of the possible. Our swashbuckling lovers remind us: Once we were lazing children, Housebound and shoreless, With no concept of the sea, But now there’s the ocean’s blue spool, Fleet-winged gulls, windblown caravels, Even spouting whales, Crow’s nests, and clouds like a white armada And so, when we relinquish the body’s treasure map, our lovers Discover us the way the sailcloth in the rigging Fills with the trade winds, from the last of the night’s stars Through the lavish tangerine of dawn, our ships Gliding over sheets of light-glazed silver. Cyrus Cassells、Brian Turner #诗歌
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