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The Good Shepherd
Adélia Prado
Let me be leaden(铅灰色的),
I can't have or be
or live or die,
I can neither go in or out.
When I clamor for(大声要求) God, He sends me back to time,
to receipts which
-- by order of the government --
I must demand of shady shopkeepers.
Why all this weight on my shoulders?
I want to sin, to be free,
leave the thieves
to their tax obligations.
Everything is forbidden,
there's nowhere for me to be,
pushing me away --
and if asking for help is a sin,
then not asking is insane,
the same as accepting help from the Devil.
Who is this stranger I call Jonathan?
Good God, who am I?
Scorpius(天蝎座) is high in the sky—
in happier days I'd write a line:
"The blaze of Scorpius in the chill of night."
Now, it just sounds like flattery,
the words of a liar,
You won't believe this
-- if you think you're reading a poem --
but someone just handed me a letter:
"I had dentures put in today,
and I do look younger,
but the old-person weariness persists."
And my terror vanished --
because in quoting the letter
I corrected two words,
and no one at the gates of hell
looks to grammar for help.
Thus once more I'm saved by a power,
a compassion
employing the constellations5, the mail,
and the same mother tongue
The Merciful One has laid across his shoulders
His weakest lamb.
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