I lift a field itself
As lightly as I might a shelf,
And the rooks do not rage
Caught for a moment in my crystal cage.
And while I stand and look,
Their private lives an open book,
I feel so privileged
My shoulders prick, as though they were half-fledged.
~~~Andrew Young 《Field-Glasses》
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2015年6月15日 夜 台中西屯區 細雨
