精選英文詩歌閱讀：Medusa

She is the gypsy
     Whose young have rooted
     In the very flesh of her scalp.
     Her eyes are drill-holes where
     Your senses spin， and you are stone
     Even as you stand before her.
     She opens her lips to speak，
     And have you believe.
     She has more tongues to deceive
     Than you can deafen your ears to.
     If you could look away， the voices
     From the heads of her vipers
     Would be hard to argue.
     If you could look away，
     The pedestals of your feet might move.
     If you could look away，
     The song from the cathedral of her mouth
     Would fall to the floor like a lie.