作品选读（二）

Vigil

By Samuel John Hazo

VIGIL

Darkness is illiterate.

You wait for a word, but there’s nothing;

You wait for a sound

and there’s nothing.

Midnight’s a time of its own.

Whatever it hides is yours to imagine.

You almost hear a voice

you loved above all others.

You’ll hear it in your dreams.

But now there’s only midnight

and silence.

You close your eyes

and keep them closed, and listen. PiHheUuEr8nu/OEAvwQDJ81fYxx1/87WwuMg02pWIYbQrUvlLKk3qEAD9ODXIypU