這裡應該沒人當爹了吧...
這首詩讀起來蠻有感覺的
Charles Fishman
FATHERS ARE NOT STONES
Fathers are not stones, though their voices
may be gravel, their lips granite-white,
nor are they stars set in the black night
to guide us---not stars, not distant suns,
though their light pales with age.
Father, if not stone, why is the path
to your heart so rocky, such a cold climb
to the top? if not a star, why do you burn
in sunlight?
Stones are not fathers, nor are sons stars
to warm them when their wrists ache with cold
and their old hips break, when the heat rushes
out of them like a wing in flames.
If not star, a small fire, a saving ledge.
A handhold will heal me. If not stone,
then yield your softness. Father, warm me
so I have life to give.
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我發現謊言是最甜蜜的毒藥
於是毫不猶豫地喝了下去
卻沒料到不能即刻的斃命...而是慢慢痛苦地死去
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