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7月26日 The HandOur uni has what is called a
'blackboard' site for interactions with the lecturers, tutors and
students. On my poetics site we are provided with a poem a day. Makes
me wonder how much time some lecturers have. This is todays poem. I
never realised that a poem could make you become the 'character' in the
poem. Kinda like in a novel. I was impressed. The Hand The teacher asks a question. You know the answer, you suspect you are the only one in the classroom who knows the answer, because the person in question is yourself, and on that you are the greatest living authority, but you don’t raise your hand. You raise the top of your desk and take out an apple. You look out the window. You don’t raise your hand and there is some essential beauty in your fingers, which aren’t even drumming, but lie flat and peaceful. The teacher repeats the question. Outside the window, on an overhanging branch, a robin is ruffling its feathers and spring is in the air. by Mary Ruefle from Cold Pluto, 1996, 2001 Carnegie Mellon University Press 引用通告此日志的引用通告 URL 是： http://arrian18.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!7C00201E3839149F!116.trak 引用此项的网络日志
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