Navigating in the Dark英文诗词

Navigating in the Dark英文诗词

　　Navigating in the Dark

　　by Erik Campbell

　　Papua， Indonesia

　　In this mining town in Papua the electricity Has a habit of giving up at night， and this

　　Is a miracle of modern stasis， a secular Shabbat，Reminding us of what is expendable， of how so few

　　Of us ever truly experience the dark. We are amazed，My wife and I， with the heavy darkness

　　Of the no moon jungle， insect sounds lacerating All illusions of silent places. “It‘s so absolute，”

　　My wife says， and I like to think she means More than the darkness； the naked places

　　Of ourselves we dress in sunlight， lamps，And recorded music like antithetical

　　Blanche DeBois‘s fearing a different sort Of scrutiny. “We could pretend it’s 1940，”

　　I say， “put a Jack Benny tape on the short wave And drink coffee， light candles.” She suggests

　　A walk outside instead， where there are dozens Of others already out on paths bounded by jungle，

　　Stepping small and laughing loudly through various Uncertainties； flashlights as eyes， ears like animals‘。

　　Soon we are trying only to remember not to disappear Altogether； everything is so absolutely， so darkly possible