A Martian Sends a Postcard Home by Craig Raine
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings-
they cause the eyes to melt
or the body to shriek without pain.
I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.
Mist is when the sky s tired of flight
and rests its soft machine on ground:
then the world is dim and bookish
like engravings under tissue paper.
Rain is when the earth is television.
It has the property of making colours darker.
Model T is a room with the lock inside-
a key is turned to free the world
for movement, so quick there is a film
to watch for anything missed.
But time is tied to the wrist
or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.
In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps,
that snores when you pick it up.
If the ghost cries, they carry it
to their lips and soothe it to sleep
with sounds. And yet, they wake it up
deliberately, by tickling with a finger.
Only the young are allowed to suffer
openly. Adults go to a punishment room
with water but nothing to eat.
They lock the door and suffer the noises
alone. No one is exempt
and everyone's pain has a different smell.
At night, when all the colours die,
they hide in pairs
and read about themselves-
in colour, with their eyelids shut.
크레이그 레인은 코믹한 초현실주의적인 시를 썼다고 하네요..
이 시도 화성인의 시각에서 그려진 지구별 ㅋㅋ 의 모습인데..
참 재밌는 부분이 많은것 같아요.
특히 전 마지막에 화장실을 묘사한 부분이 넘 재밌습니다. ^^