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Lisa Williams
-- Polar explorer Richard Byrd
Hand by hand, over blistering2 slivers(裂片)
of ice scraping wrists and slithering(滑动) in ears,
a furnace burning behind your efforts,
you pull your body away from that
crevasse(裂缝), stand up, look back at what
you avoided, widening from one crack
You were cheek on crystal, in a terrible fallen
translucence. Ecstatic to leave the past,
to have glimpsed its Kublaian center, you
walk in an opposite direction
but it's still close to you sometimes,
half-lit, a story you might enter,
ruminant. Did you think it wouldn't
fool you again, since you are safe
abyssal(深海的) draw of its depression
covered by a fresh and blinding snow?
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