by Harvey Shapiro
Drunk and weeping. It‘s another night
at the live-in opera， and I figure
it‘s going to turn out badly for me.
The dead next door accept their salutations，
their salted notes， the drawn-out wailing.
It‘s we the living who must run for cover，
meaning me. Mortality‘s the ABC of it，
and after that comes lechery and lying.
And， oh， how to piece together a life
from this scandal and confusion， as if
the gods were inhabiting us or cohabiting
with us， just for the music‘s sake
的`by Harvey Shapiro
Drunk and weeping. It‘s another night
at the live-in opera， and I figure
it‘s going to turn out badly for me.
The dead next door accept their salutations，
their salted notes， the drawn-out wailing.
It‘s we the living who must run for cover，
meaning me. Mortality‘s the ABC of it，
and after that comes lechery and lying.
And， oh， how to piece together a life
from this scandal and confusion， as if
the gods were inhabiting us or cohabiting
with us， just for the music‘s sake
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