詩歌賞析：Cement Guitar

　　ement Guitar

　　by Roger Fanning

　　Baudelaire， dead broke， nonetheless allowed himself

　　two hours for his morning ablutions.

　　(Warm water can be a narcotic too.)

　　His razor scraping whiskers cleanly off

　　sounded like a file rassrasping

　　against prison bars. Never did this man

　　gulp a cup of coffee， bolt out the door

　　with a blob of shaving cream on one ear，

　　and go to a job. He composed himself.

　　Dead broke， he explored (in prose) six waterdrops

　　that quake in a corner of Delacroix's painting

　　Dante and Virgil! Meanwhile， through his window

　　intruded softly the spiel of a fishmonger

　　as well as the stench. Many， many vendors still

　　singsong their wares， as a sort of wishwash drizzle

　　inducing human animals to mope， to yawn.

　　We all get bored： between mainstream culture (buy things)

　　and nature (in this case， rain)， people tend to snooze.