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by Ellen Bass1
Bring me your pain， love. Spread it out like fine rugs， silk sashes， warm eggs， cinnamon and cloves2 in burlap sacks. Show me the detail， the intricate embroidery3 on the collar， tiny shell buttons， the hem4 stitched the way you were taught， pricking5 just a thread， almost invisible. Unclasp it like jewels， the gold still hot from your body. Empty your basket of figs6. Spill your wine. That hard nugget of pain， I would suck it， cradling it on my tongue like the slick seed of pomegranate. I would lift it tenderly， as a great animal might carry a small one in the private cave of the mouth. 点击  收听单词发音
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