名人诗歌|Gravity

Gravity

Karl Plank¹

When night calls for sounds

to cease, the barred owl

yet cries Who cooks for you?

and somewhere a woman

slippers through the dark

to a kitchen where water drips（滴水槽）

a slow beat on the worn basin.

She nooses^{2 the tap with string,}

a strand^{3 that drops to the drain（下水道）,}

and waits for each bead

to catch the thread and

descend into a well of silence

not even night can bring.