英文詩歌推薦：California Plush

　　California Plush

　　by Frank Bidart

　　The only thing I miss about Los Angeles

　　is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight， windows down and

　　radio blaring

　　bearing right into the center of the city， the Capitol Tower

　　on the right， and beyond it， Hollywood Boulevard

　　blazing

　　——pimps， surplus stores， footprints of the stars

　　——descending through the city

　　fast as the law would allow

　　through the lights， then rising to the stack

　　out of the city

　　to the stack where lanes are stacked six deep

　　and you on top; the air

　　now clean， for a moment weightless

　　without memories， or

　　need for a past.

　　The need for the past

　　is so much at the center of my life

　　I write this poem to record my discovery of it，

　　my reconciliation.

　　It was in Bishop， the room was done

　　in California plush： we had gone into the coffee shop， were told