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作者：nunia 在 罕见奇谈 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org
A POE-'EM of PASSION
It was many and many a year ago,
On an island near the sea,
That a maiden lived whom you mightn't know
By the name of Cannibalee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than a passionate fondness of me.
I was a child, and she was a child --
Tho' her tastes were adult Feejee --
But she loved with a love that was more than love
My yearning Cannibalee;
With a love that could take me roast or fried
Or raw, as the case might be.
And that is the reason that long ago,
In that island near the sea,
I had to turn the tables and eat
My ardent Cannibalee --
Not really because I was fond of her,
But to check her fondness for me.
But the stars never rise but I think of the size
Of my hot-potted Cannibalee,
And the moon never stares but it brings me
nightmares
Of my spare-rib Cannibalee;
And all the night-tide she is restless inside,
Is my still indigestable dinner-belle bride,
In her pallid tomb, which is Me,
In her solemn sepulcher, Me.
- C.F. Lummis
作者：nunia 在 罕见奇谈 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org |
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