精选Next Door-英文诗词

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精选Next Door-英文诗词

  Next Door

  by Joan Selinger Sidney

  Oaks drag alongside the road,

  weighted by yesterday‘s snow.

  There‘s Frauka walking alone,

  the hood of her parka

  snow-lit against the trees.

  I pull over. How is he? But before

  I can answer, I see them last

  summer: Frauka, and Father

  leaning on Mother, wanting to believe

  her will can make him well.

  Sitting on the lawn,

  pretending to read, I am unable

  to tell them, My legs won‘t walk.

  Go on without me.

  Eleven years I‘ve protected them—

  Holocaust survivors—by not naming

  my disease. Wishing them dead

  before they‘d see me in a wheelchair.

  Frauka whispers, My younger brother

  died one day before your father.

  Tears rim her eyes, her slim

  body shivers in the wind.

  For a moment we are closer

  in our sorrow than we‘ve ever been