Years later
I still wanted to give up
friends, love, starring skies,
for a house where no one
was home, no one coming back
and all I could drink

不论第几次读不论何时读，都立刻会被拽进卡佛里面去，布罗茨基对我来说是种节奏，卡佛就是一摊水域。他很累，写的东西是这样，但我明明没有什么可以觉得累的，还是累，感觉在和他一样逃，以站在原地不动的方式奋力逃跑