英语诗歌：From The Frontier Of Writing

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Seamus Heaney
        The tightness and the nilness round that space
        when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect
        its make and number and, as one bends his face
        towards your window, you catch sight of more
        on a hill beyond, eyeing with intent
        down cradled guns that hold you under cover
        and everything is pure interrogation
        until a rifle motions and you move
        with guarded unconcerned acceleration--
        a little emptier, a little spent
        as always by that quiver in the self,
        subjugated, yes, and obedient.
        So you drive on to the frontier of writing
        where it happens again. The guns on tripods;
        the sergeant with his on-off mike repeating
        data about you, waiting for the squawk
        of clearance; the marksman training down
        out of the sun upon you like a hawk.
        And suddenly you're through, arraigned yet freed,
        as if you'd passed from behind a waterfall
        on the black current of a tarmac road
        past armor-plated vehicles, out between
        the posted soldiers flowing and receding
        like tree shadows into the polished windscreen.