Bharati Mukherjee
在平靜的悲傷中人類死去......That's serene; that's sadness. That's
not despair cause it's serene and without emotional storm. It's
that she knows she lost everything that counts and knows that's
not the end. Why? Why can't we choose when to end in a peaceful
way? I too can die here contentedly. I am alive, however.
That could be the most terrible part.
"Damn!" some man swears bitterly. "How can these preachers carry on like nothing's happened?" I want to tell him we're not that important. You look at the audience, and at the preacher in his blue robe with his beautiful white hair, the potted palm trees under a blue sky, and you know they care about nothing.
Pam stands her ground. "you think I don't know what Mummy's thinking? Why her? that's what. That's sick! Mummy wishes my little sister were alive and I were dead."
"Nothing I can do will make any difference, " I say. "We must all grieve in our own way."
I could die here, too, and be content.
"It's a parent's duty to hope."
At thirty-six, I am too old to start over and too young to give up. LIke my husband's spirit, I flutter between worlds.
But she knows that she's lost me. She knows that in days I shall be leaving.
由 drinker 發表於 October 8, 2003 09:52 PM | 引用