精選英語詩歌—Annunciation

He has come from the garden, leaving
    no shadow, no footprint in the dew:
    They hold each other's gaze2 at the point
    of balance: everything streaming
    towards this moment, streaming away.
    A word will set the seed
    of life and death,
    the over-shadowing of this girl
    by a feathered dark.
    But not yet: not quite yet.
    How will she remember the silence
    of that endless moment?
    Or the end, when it all began --
    the first of seven joys
    before the seven sorrows?
    She will remember the aftersong
    because she is only human.
    One day
    she'll wake with wings, or wake
    and find them gone.