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Bad Sheep
Hailey Leithauser
Midnight's merely blue,
but me, me, me, I'm
through
and through
sloe, cracked soot-
on-a-boot,
You can scratch, scratch, scratch
but I stay underskin true
to ebony(乌木,黑檀), ink, crowberry(岩高兰), pitch;
hoist me up by my hooves
and shake till I'm shook, I'm still
chock full of coke, fuliginous
murk.
O there's swart in my soul,
coal by the bag,
cinders and slag,
come, comb
through my fleece with hands pallid
as snow and watch
how they grow tarry, raven,
stygian, ashed --
or, if you wish, clean me with bleach
I won't
flinch, just char
down to a core of caliginous(昏暗的)
marrow,
pure carbon, atramentous(黑色的),
utterly piceous(沥青色的),
shadowed, and starless,
each clumpity clump
and eclipse of my heart raptly
reburnishing
a woolgather(胡思乱想) dark.
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