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Hunger
Patricia Fargnoli
of the deep body which is like
the pool a waterfall replenishes（补充，装满）
but can never fill.
and its voices who call and call
wanting something more, always more.
Once in a dream, the trees in a peach orchard
called out saying: Here, this bright fruit,
hold its roundness in your palm,
and I held one, wanting
the others I could not hold,
as the light fell through the trees,
Now, the wind from the hurricane
and the hard rain blow through the space
where yesterday men felled the spruce（云杉）,
its height and beauty, for no good reason.
Where it was, only emptiness remains,
The wind finds its own place
and waits there holding its breath
for a moment, calling to no one,
surprising us by its stillness,
surprising even the rain which comes in
to my house through the untidy gardens
where it has been sending its life breath
over the dying mint and blood-red daylilies.
Summer is dying and I grow closer
to the shadow moving toward me
like the small spiders
that inhabit and hunt in the corners.
singing its own hunger, its own water song.
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