名人诗歌|Mermaid Song

Damp-haired from the bath， you drape yourself

upside down across the sofa， reading，

one hand idly sunk into a bowl

of crackers^{1， goldfish with smiles stamped on.}

I think they are growing gills， swimming

up the sweet air to reach you. Small girl，

my slim miracle， they multiply.

In the black hours when I lie sleepless，

near drowning， dread-heavy， your face

is the bright lure I look for， love's hook

piercing me， hauling me cleanly up