of the first American school for
the deaf, Wallace Stevens, and Samuel
Colt—three buried in Cedar Hill
Cemetery, Hartford, Connecticut.
Everything is necessary, nothing
is sufficient. Speak to see
who listens.
A manner of speaking as necessary attribute,
ubiquitous(普遍存在的) , annunciatory(预告的) as bells, a rollicking(欢乐的)
of winter air. Who speaks
still dies, eventually, if recent
events are any guide. I am silent, standing
hat in hand and watching the spadefuls flung
onto caskets, a tear here and there a hand wrung
while graying clouds dissipate(驱散) , dilapidate(荒废) and
dutiful humans homeward heading. We borrowed
the word from the Norse, die, but everyone always
had such a word, surely. If words were sure.
Here's a threat of snow and eventually fallen
it will cover and convert the landscape; the littering
beneath the landscape the litter of us recent
dead decaying fallen as is our state—late
lamented(令人遗憾的) living lying there a layer ghostly beneath
the blooming sod. Sad or funny? Funny. Funereal.
They dissipate, hissing; hear the sun strike each flake.