我家有三小貓與一小寶 我人生中的第一首長詩 在五月二十九日早上七點二十三分完成 嘔心瀝血 接著 打算為這首極美麗的詩 點綴上更多 淺淺的小詩...

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帶有悲劇性則容易使人產生某種程度的pathetic sympathy,其人更勝其詩。

銀行家爸爸在他窗前舉槍自盡,直到他終於走出跟爸爸不一樣的路子--成為詩人,跳河自殺。

他自殺時還留下一本未完成的自傳小說"Recovery"(真是諷刺),改宗天主教不久但上帝還是救不了他,畢生的夢與糾纏都入了他最著名的將近兩百首前後出版的夢歌Dream Songs,Confessional一字當之無愧,不過他那初試啼聲的鉅作'Homage to Mistress Bradstreet'充滿對已故的新英格蘭早期移民裡頭出色的女詩人(而且,據說年輕美貌)Anne Bradstreet的懷想與追念(正確來說,該是無止盡的意淫拿她的詩來打手槍),浪漫派詩人反抗的精神把他和兩百年前的女詩人連成一條線,嚴峻的清教徒傳統是她勇於面對的,但是...Berryman卻還是受不了那黑暗大地巨影的呼聲作了密西西比河的波臣。


原文太長,於此僅擷取四節

Homage to Mistress Bradstreet

18
whose passionless dicker in the shade, whose glance
impassive % scant, belie their murderous cries
When quarry seems to show,
Again I must have been wrong, twice.
Unwell in a new way. Can that begin?
God brandishes.O love, O I love, Kin,
gather. My world is strange
and merciful, ingrown months, blessing a swelling
trance.
19
So squeezed, wince you I scream? I love you& hate
off with you. Ages! Useless. Below my waist
he has me in Hell's vise.
Stalling. He let go. Come back: brace
me somewhere. No. No. Yes! everything down
hardens I press with horrible joy down
my back cracks like a wrist
shame I am voiding oh behind it is too late
20
hide me forever I work thrust I must free
now I all muscles &bones concentrate
what is living from dying?
Simon I must leave you so untidy
Monster you are killing me Be sure
I'll have you later Woman to endure
I can can longer
and it passes the wretched trap whelming and I am me

21
drencht & powerful, I did it with my body!
One proud tug greens Heaven. Marvellous,
unforbidding Majesty.
Swell, imperious bells, I fly.
Mountainous, woman not breaks and will bend:
Blossomed Sarah, and I
blossom, is that thing alive? I hear a faminisht howl.

(以上是我自己打的,給我自己拍拍手,而且校過了沒打錯,嘿嘿,網路上找不到這首詩,不然就是我太笨。)