[读诗][阿特伍德]IS/NOT

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IS/NOT


Love is not a profession

genteel or otherwise


sex is not dentistry

the slick filling of aches and cavities


you are not my doctor

you are not my cure,


nobody has that

power, you are merely a fellow/traveller


Give up this medical concern,

buttoned, attentive,


permit yourself anger

and permit me mine


which needs neither

your approval nor your suprise


which does not need to be made legal

which is not against a disease


but agaist you,

which does not need to be understood


or washed or cauterized,

which needs instead


to be said and said.

Permit me the present tense.



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I am not a saint or a cripple,

I am not a wound; now I will see

whether I am a coward.


I dispose of my good manners,

you don’t have to kiss my wrists.


This is a journey, not a war,

there is no outcome,

I renounce predictions


and aspirins, I resign the future

as I would resign an expired passport:

pictures and signature are gone

along with holidays and safe returns.


We’re stuck here

on this side of the border

in this country of thumbed streets and stale buildings


where there is nothing spectacular

to see and the weather is ordinary


where love occurs in its pure form only

on the cheaper of the souvenirs


where we must walk slowly,

where we may not get anywhere


or anything, where we keep going,

fighting our ways, our way

not out but through.


Margaret Atwood

Selected Poems: 1965-1975


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