レイ・カーヴァーの詩


ブルーカラー。80年代。アメリカの。
好きだよなぁ、、、この詩。


I have always wanted brook trout
for breakfast.


Suddenly,I find a new path
to the waterfall.


I begin to hurry.
Wake up,


My wife says,
You’re dreaming.


But when I try to rise
the house tilts.


Who’s dreaming?
It’s noom,she says.


My new shoes wait by the door,
gleaming.