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此文档收集于网络，如有侵权，请联系网站删除By billy collinsToday I pass the time readinga favorite haiku,saying the few words over and over.It feels like eatingthe same small, perfect grapeagain and again.I walk through the house reciting itand leave its letters fallingthrough the air of every room.I stand by the big silence of the piano and say it.I say it in front of a painting of the sea.I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf.I listen to myself saying it,then I say it without listening,then I hear it without saying it.And when the dog looks up at me,I kneel down on the floorand whisper it into each of his long white ears.Its the one about the one-ton temple bellwith the moth sleeping on its surface,and every time I say it, I feel the excruciatingpressure of the mothon the surface of the iron bell.When I say it at the window,the bell is the worldand I am the moth resting there.When I say it at the mirror,I am the heavy belland the moth is life with its papery wings.And later, when I say it to you in the dark,you are the bell,and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,and the moth has flownfrom its lineand moves like a hinge in the air above our bed.比利柯林斯的一首诗今天我打发时间阅读一个最喜欢的俳句,说几句反复。同样的小,完美的葡萄一次又一次,我步行穿过房子背诵它通过空气的每一个房间,并将其字母下降.我看那大沉默的钢琴,说它说它在一幅画前的大海。我敲打出它的节奏空空的架子上。我听自己说,然后我说它不听、最后我听到没有说它。当那只狗看着我,我跪在地板上小声到他的每一个白色的长耳朵。这是一个关于吨寺钟与蛾睡在它的表面,每次我说它,我感到痛苦压力的蛾表面的铁钟。当我说它在窗前,这个钟是世界和我是蛾那儿休息当我说它在镜子里,我沉重的钟和蛾是生命与薄的翅膀。后来,当我说你在黑暗中,你是钟,和我的舌头贝尔,你打电话,和蛾飞从它的线和动作像一个铰链在上方的空气我们的床上。这首