精选英文小诗：My Sin

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　　If I know my angels，
% u4 a! [- M: ]2 s- \( c　　I know what they would say
　　——Joe Henry
　　He came to me
* ^0 p/ X: j) G9 V0 L1 T1 t8 O% |' t: [' c　　In a whisky-blue dream
　　In midtown Manhattan.
% H$ w# A1 ^, h% x+ i* X　　He wasn't angry anymore.
; P8 O6 V/ {6 D　　He seemed happy to find
& a+ H. y4 I. p' q& X* J　　Me again， my old self.
; k9 {( R7 h. ?　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
　　He played me a new song.
　　He played it sweet and innocent.
, k* B. g; V' C5 @  F# y+ }  g7 V4 @　　As if he were the world's only child，
6 n& K' _  K& w7 `$ C# k　　His whole future ahead，
% F) W. y/ k: s4 a5 K0 _　　No pain hidden in that past.
　　In some undeserved way， I felt
　　As though he had forgiven me
　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
　　His kindness to me was more
* h" Y0 t: h) G0 t5 z　　Genuine than all of my love could
　　Ever have been toward him.
　　In my dream， I found myself running
　　Back and forth in search of forgiveness，
　　In search of something greater.
3 @4 |: n, F2 Z7 c: O& @$ z　　But each time I was returned
　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
, ]) @) G- O3 R2 R; L" m0 B　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
　　Revealed and served.