你无法扑灭一种火——
它点燃自己
兀自蔓延，不需扇风——
在这漫漫长夜——
你无法收起一场洪水——
将它关进抽屉——
因为风会找到它——
再告诉你的松木地板——
You cannot put a Fire out—
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan—
Upon the slowest Night—
You cannot fold a Flood—
And put it in a Drawer—
Because the Winds would find it out—
And tell your Cedar Floor—