今年度文学与艺术诗歌：诗歌InventingFatherInLasVegas_英文诗

    by lynn emanuel

    if i could see nothing but the smoke

    from the tip of his cigar， i would know everything

    about the years before the war.

    if his face were halved by shadow i would know

    this was a street where an eats sign trembled

    and a greek served coffee black as a dog's eye.

    if i could see nothing but his wrist i would know

    about the slot machine and i could reconstruct

    the weak chin and ruin of his youth， the summer

    my father was a gypsy with oiled hair sleeping

    in a murphy bed and practicing clairvoyance.

    i could fill his vast packard with showgirls

    and keep him forever among the difficult buttons

    of the bodice， among the rustling of their names，

    miss christina， miss lorraine.

    i could put his money in my pocket

    and wearing memory's black fedora

    with the condoms hidden in the hatband