诗
Morning Song From “Senlin”
By Conrad Aiken
IT is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my fathers learned to do.
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops 5
Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die,
And I myself on swiftly tilting planet
Stand before a glass and tie my tie.
Vine-leaves tap my window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, 10
The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.
It is morning. I stand by the mirror
And tie my tie once more.
While waves far off in a pale rose twilight 15
Crash on a white sand shore.
I stand by a mirror and comb my hair:
How small and white my face!—
The green earth tilts through a sphere of air
And bathes in a flame of space. 20
There are houses hanging above the stars
And stars hung under a sea…
And a sun far off in a shell of silence
Dapples my walls for me….
It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning 25
Should I not pause in the light to remember God?
Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable,
He is immense and lonely as a cloud.
I will dedicate this moment before my mirror
To him alone, for him I will comb my hair. 30
Accept these humble offerings, clouds of silence!
I will think of you as I descend the stair.
Vine-leaves tap my window,
The snail-track shines on the stones;
Dew-drops flash from the chinaberry tree 35
Repeating two clear tones.
It is morning, I awake from a bed of silence,
Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep.
The walls are about me still as in the evening,
I am the same, and the same name still I keep. 40
The earth revolves with me, yet makes no motion,
The stars pale silently in a coral sky.
In a whistling void I stand before my mirror,
Unconcerned, and tie my tie.
There are horses neighing on far-off hills 45
Tossing their long white manes,
And mountains flash in the rose-white dusk,
Their shoulders black with rains….
It is morning, I stand by the mirror
And surprise my soul once more; 50
The blue air rushes above my ceiling,
There are suns beneath my floor….
…It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness
And depart on the winds of space for I know not where;
My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, 55
And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair.
There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven,
And a god among the stars; and I will go
Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak
And humming a tune I know…. 60
Vine-leaves tap at the window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three dear tones.
诗人孤独地坚持着，晨曦时独自起身，面对着镜子，在微微晃动的星球上，默默整理衣装。一天的生活又开始了。
康拉德·艾肯(Conrad Aiken 1889—1973) 是美国二十世纪的著名诗人，曾荣获普利策奖，国家图书奖和美国桂冠诗人称号。他与艾略特处于同一个时代，两人也是知交。
然而，这位诗人的身世却极其惊悚。他的父亲是受人敬重的医生，母亲是当地一位身份尊贵的牧师的女儿，然而人生猝不及防，有一天艾肯父亲忽然开枪杀死了他的母亲，再饮弹自杀。此后，年幼的艾肯一直由长辈抚养，长大后进入了哈佛大学。
斯蒂芬金说，他童年时曾亲眼目睹自己最好的朋友卧轨自杀，那个画面一直在脑海里挥之不去，后来，他变成了恐怖小说作家。
长大后，艾肯也写过一则短篇故事，据说取材于他童年的这段往事，毕竟，他是听见枪响后第一时间发现父母尸体的那个孩子。这个故事名为《静谧的雪，秘密的雪》( Silent Snow, Secret Snow)。
有房子挂在星星上/有星星挂在海底/太阳躲进了沉默的壳里/斑驳了我的墙壁。
人间世
“张玉环杀人案”26年后再审改判无罪。冤案昭雪。
美国TikTok正遭围剿，公司去留未定，用户开始流失，脸书趁机推出山寨版软件，股价大涨。
近两周女性遇害的新闻层出不穷：杭州化粪池案；南京女孩云南遇害案；四川安岳杀妻案；河北任丘女孩绑架被杀案。
问世间情为何物？最终，人们看见了张玉环冤案中的宋小女。
书
《康拉德·艾肯短篇故事集》(The Collected Short Stories of Conrad Aiken)。诗人写的小说通常散发着极致的语言美。
画
再收一幅西班牙女画家巴罗的作品。
城
滑雪成了中国孩子的时尚运动。
词
更漏子
[清] 王夫之
斜月横，疏星炯，不道秋宵真永！声缓缓，滴泠泠，双眸未易扃。
霜叶坠，幽虫絮，薄酒何曾得醉！天下事，少年心，分明点点深。
[后记] 不了恨，斑驳身，那堪肃肃秋。
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