每天早上醒来手上都有个包
然后看到一只或若干只大腹便便吃饱喝足的蚊子
于是听到多恩的诗
这首意象奇诡的诗：

    The Flea
　　
　　John Donne (1572~1631)
　　
　　Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
　　How little that which thou deniest me is;
　　Me is sucked first, and now sucks thee,
　　And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
　　Thou know’st that this cannot be said
　　A sin, or a shame, or loss of maidenhead,
　　Yet this enjoys before it woo,
　　And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
　　And this ,alas, is more than we would do.
　　
　　Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
　　Where we almost, nay more than married are.
　　This flea is you and I, and this
　　Our marriage bed and marriage temple is;
　　Though parents grudge, and you, we are met.
　　And cloistered in these living walls of jet.
　　Though use make you apt to kill me
　　Let not to that, self-murder added be,
　　And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
　　
　　Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
　　Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
　　Wherein could this flea guilty be,
　　Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
　　Yet thou triumph’st and sy’st that thou
　　Find’st not thy self nor me the weaker now;
　　“Tis true; then learn how false fears be;
　　Just so much honor, when you yield’st to me.
　　Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.