名人诗歌|Caritas

Caritas

Rachael Boast

These stones speak a level language

murmured word by word,

a speech pocked and porous^{1（能渗透的） with loss,}

and the slow hungers of weathering.

And there, in the broken choir^{2, children}

are all raised voice, loving the play of outline

and absence where the dis百度竞价推广bled god

has shared his shape and homed us.

At the end of the nave^{3（中殿）, the east front stands}

both altered and unchanged,

its arch like a glottal sTOP.

And what comes across, half|said

into all that space, is that it's enough

to love the air we move through.