空调(出现)之前

当我第一次看见空调的时候，就想这绝对是最愚蠢的发明。前几天在The New Yorker上看见了这么一首诗。

Before Air-Conditioning
by Frederick Seidel

The sweetness of the freshness of the breeze!
The wing is wiggling the trees.
The sky is black. The trees deep green.
The man mowing the enormous lawn before it rains makes goodness clean.
It’s the smell of laundry on the line
And the smell of the sea, brisk iodine,
Nine hundred miles inland from the ocean, it’s that smell.
It makes someone little who has a fever feel almost well.
It’s exactly what a sick person needs to eat.
Maybe it’s coming from Illinois in the heat.
Watch out for the crow, though
With them around, caw, caw, it’s going to snow.
I think I’m still asleep. I hope I said my prayers before I died.
I hear the milkman setting the clinking bottles down outside.