路易丝·格吕克(LouiseGlück)的《黑暗中的格莱特尔》(Gretel)沼泽地的房子)通过镜头童话“ Hansel和Gretel”探索创伤。这首诗的格蕾特(Gretel)被她谋杀的巫婆拯救哥哥的巫婆所遭受的折磨。她的父亲和兄弟拒绝承认她的痛苦,但是宁愿相信生活已经恢复正常,因此将格雷特尔放弃了自己的痛苦。用前卫,愉快自由经文,“黑暗中的格莱特尔”唤起了幽闭恐惧症和创伤的隔离。
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2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-toggle-drawer>2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln--
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Theme" data-position="1" data-title="The Persistence of Trauma">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Theme" data-position="2" data-title="Misogyny and Repression">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln--
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="1">这是...
... 是死的。
2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="2">我听到...
...。。。
2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="3">现在,离...很远
...这是几年。
2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="5">没有人记得。...
...从未发生过。
2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="6">但是我杀了...
...闪闪发光的窑炉 -
2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="7">晚上,我转到...
...我一个人吗?
2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="8">间谍...
...认真开火。
2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Symbol" data-position="1" data-title="The Witch">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Symbol" data-position="2" data-title="Fire">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Symbol" data-position="3" data-title="Locked Doors">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Symbol" data-position="4" data-title="Night and Darkness">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="1" data-title="Alliteration">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="2" data-title="Allusion">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="3" data-title="Apostrophe">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="4" data-title="Assonance">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="5" data-title="Caesura">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="6" data-title="End-Stopped Line">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="7" data-title="Enjambment">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="8" data-title="Personification">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="9" data-title="Repetition">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="10" data-title="Sibilance">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="11" data-title="Asyndeton">选择下面的任何单词以在诗歌的背景下获取其定义。这些单词按照它们在诗中出现的顺序列出。
2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-position="1" data-title="Shrivels">萎缩2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-position="2" data-title="Armed">武装2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-position="3" data-title="Firs">FIRS2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-position="4" data-title="Spires">尖顶2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-position="5" data-title="Kiln">窑2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-position="6" data-title="Earnest">认真2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-itemized data-modal-title="Vocabulary" data-position="1" data-title="Shrivels">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Form">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Rhyme Scheme">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">2All who would have seen us dead
3are dead. I hear the witch's cry
4break in the moonlight through a sheet
5of sugar: God rewards.
6Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
7Now, far from women's arms
8and memory of women, in our father's hut
9we sleep, are never hungry.
10Why do I not forget?
11My father bars the door, bars harm
12from this house, and it is years.
13No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
14summer afternoons you look at me as though
15you meant to leave,
16as though it never happened.
17But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
18the spires of that gleaming kiln—
19Nights I turn to you to hold me
20but you are not there.
21Am I alone? Spies
22hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
23we are there still and it is real, real,
24that black forest and the fire in earnest.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">