12月1日,世界爱滋日。去这个网站lighttounite.org点一支蜡烛吧。据说每一支点亮的蜡烛,某个公司就会向爱滋研究、医疗捐赠一美元。

每一支蜡烛都是一个故事。看了其中的一些,心中戚戚。数年前看的一部片子『And the Band Played On』,讲述艾滋病从初现到失控的历史;片子的结尾处,在一片烛光中响起的Elton John的那曲感人肺腑的“The Last Song”……

今天乃是感恩节,是美国人最重要的团聚的节日。境由心生,竟然想起了这首忧伤如『卖火柴的小姑娘』的诗歌“Housewarming”(by Thomas R. Smith):

In my dream I was the first to arrive
at the old home from church. Wind
and night had forced through the cracks.
I pushed inside, turned on lamps,
lit a fire in the stove. Frozen oak
logs stung my fingers; it was good
pain, my hands reddening on the icy
broom-handle as I swept away snow.
On Christmas Eve, I prepared a warm
place for my mother and father, sister
and brothers, grandparants, all my relatives,
none dead, none missing, none angry
with another, all coming through the woods.