2016年11月27日 星期日

Stand by Me

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When the solace1 of angels is named,
 When the winds blister2 the academy,
 When the first lesions of winter light
 Scrawl their paths across the black sheet
 Of the bed beneath the skylight,
 When the algebras of my past repeat
 Themselves drunkenly on into the night,
 When the lemon peels twist
 At the edge of the porcelain3 saucer,
 When the door is closed behind me,
 When the stilettos all stand at attention
 The moment I step onto the subway,
 When my future's looking dim,
 Stand by me
                     no matter
 The declensions of light along the shore,
 No matter the new color of my hair,
 No matter the tattoo4 I've solicited
 In a bar fight over nothing,
 No matter the earrings5 on the dresser top,
 No matter the motion of my body against yours
 Breaking its own rainbow,
 No matter what,
                           stand by me;
 If some innocent misanthropy unties6 me
 From my new suede7 shoes,
 If the many travellers within me all
 Depart together, or if the one who's most
 Rude & surly returns to you alone,
 If every word I've lifted with such effort
 Hangs in its residue8 of ash,
 If there's still some consequence in this,
 Stand by me;
                      after the music
 Rasps its way out of my chambered bones,
 After the shuffle9 I'm famous for is reduced
 To nothing but the white tracings
 Of shoes on a sidewalk,
 Numbered 1, 2, & 3 ...
 After the legato which will leave me alone,
 After the third day of prolonged applause,
 After the newscasters impress upon me
 The transitory nature of all earthly fame,
 After my make-up begins to run like
 Stigmata in the shadow of the klieg lights,
 After the night before the night
 You decide it really isn't
 Worth it anymore,
                              stand by me;
 Because the antiphony of my conscience
 Has become quite enough,
 Because you remember me believing
 Whatever it was that I believed,
 Because it's getting late no matter which
 Country, heart or clock we consult,
 Because the outfield is moving in,
 Because even the women on the Pirelli
 Calendar are looking grim,
 Because everyone has to forgive someone,
 Because I miss you & it matters,
 Because no one else wears the morning
 Quite so well, stand by me, please;
 Stand by me.