谁知道ablessingfrommysixteenyears‘son,能给翻译吗?

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谁知道a blessing from my sixteen years‘ son,能给翻译吗?

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你是说这首诗吗?
A BLESSING FROM MY SIXTEEN YEARS’ SON
By Mary Karr Submitted by Sarah Walters,English Teacher,HHS
I have this son who assembled inside me
during Hurricane Gloria.In a flash,he appeared,
in a heartbeat.Outside,pines toppled.
Phone lines snapped and hissed like cobras.
Inside,he was a raw pearl:microscopic,luminous.
Look at the muscled obelisk of him now
Pawing through the icebox for more grapes.
Sixteen years and not a bone broken,
not a single stitch.By his age,
I was marked more ways,and small.
He’s a slouching six foot three,
with implausible blue eyes,which settle
on the pages of Emerson’s “Self-Reliance”
with profound belligerence.
A girl with a naval ring
could make his cell phone go brr
or an Afro-d boy leaning on a mop at Taco Bell –
creatures strange as dragons or eels.
Balanced on a kitchen stool,each gives counsel
arcane as any oracle’s.Bruce claims school
is harshing my mellow.Case longs to date
a tattooed girl,because he wants a woman
willing to do stuff she’ll regret.
They’ve come to lead my son.
into his broadening spiral.
Someday soon,the tether
will snap.I birthed my own mom
into oblivion.The night my son smashed
the car fender,then rode home
in the rain-streaked cop car,he asked,Did you
and Dad screw up much?He’d let me tuck him in,
my grandmother’s wedding quilt
from 1912 drawn to his goateed chin.Don’t
blame us,I said.You’re your own
idiot now.At which he grinned.
The cop said the girl in the crimped Chevy
took it hard.He’d found my son
awkwardly holding her in the canted headlights,
where he’d draped his own coat
over her shaking shoulders.My fault,
he’d confessed right off.
Nice kid,said the cop