The Portrait (Stanley Kunitz)# Translation - 译林
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The Portrait
By Stanley Kunitz
My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself,
especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park
when I was waiting to be born.
She locked his name
in her deepest cabinet
and would not let him out,
though I could hear him thumping.
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand
of a long-lipped stranger
with a brave moustache
and deep brown level eyes,
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
In my s
By Stanley Kunitz
My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself,
especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park
when I was waiting to be born.
She locked his name
in her deepest cabinet
and would not let him out,
though I could hear him thumping.
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand
of a long-lipped stranger
with a brave moustache
and deep brown level eyes,
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
In my s