英文的诗词：Lake Como

Lake Como by Nicholas Christopher

the searchlight of a feathery moon

at the end of the street

bare trees black railings

a eastern star set like a Pearl atop a steeple

that shadows the doorway

where the one-armed card shark squats

shuffling his deck on a milk crate

waiting for the No. 6 bus to discharge

the off-duty cop the seamstress

a drunken mechanic and the clerk on crutches

who pauses before his building to watch

the mechanic lose three dollars at blackjack

and then stiffly ascends the five flights

to his two rooms on a shaftway

hanging his coat on a hook and sitting down at the table

on which this morning he placed a soup bowl and spoon

a tin of crackers and the crossword puzzle he had been laboring over beneath the gaze of his late wife

her color photograph propped up in a small frame a young woman in a boxy dress and felt cap waving shyly by the edge of a lake where over her shoulder beneath a clear sky a sailboat rides the wind passengers on the polished deck gazing at the glowing mountain peaks cypresses lining the shore and the pink palazzzo with ancient gardens these men and women in white seem to live upon the water gliding among themselves oblivious to strife and all else that wears a body down some sipping from crystal goblets others just drinking in the light

the woman in her late fifties wears a matching black suit and polished heels. she sits on the deck of a large wooden boat, which is anchored by a massive barge in the lake. the wind shifts gently across her back as she picks up rhythm with the rhythm of the waves. she looks down at a small statue in the water, a painting that she’s had since childhood but now lies forgotten in the corner of the boat. the sun dips low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the calm stillness of the lake. the sound of the waves behind her softens, and a distant call comes through the foggy distance, a voice that swells like a drum to the beat of her thoughts. she turns and sees a lone figure in the center of the water’s surface—a man with white hair and piercing eyes who looks as if he could see into other people’s hearts. it’s a woman she hasn’t seen since the last time they met on the deck. she approaches him, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but he pauses to look at her and smirks. then she walks forward, holding onto him, as though he had become part of her. she says nothing, though she feels like speaking. she stumbles back into the water behind them, but it’s too late for anything more than a scratch on her arm. she swims to the edge of the boat, where the rigging hangs in midair. she stops and looks down at the world below, the lake shifting beneath her feet with the rhythm of waves. then he comes ashore, his hands trembling as he picks up something. it’s not a boat—it’s a ship. he bends over it, his heart racing. the wind catches him off guard. he tilts his head and sees the statue again, this time in all its old glory—hull bright against the pale water, arms spread out to catch the wave. she swims under him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he sways back and forth on the ship’s bow. she feels a surge of emotions inside her chest. she looks up at him, her eyes glowing with something that could only be love—glowing white against the pale sky, like rays of sunlight reflecting off the water. she stirs, her hands trembling, but they hold her. he stands there, his hands steady as he speaks to her in a deep, heavy voice. she looks back at him, the statue’s light still lingering in her mind. and then, she falls silent.