英语诗歌:What the Girl Wore

At the store, on the hanger1, the blue dress must have fallen

like water to a froth of frilled hem2, its bodice as smocked

as a christening gown. A season out of date, her mother chose it

from our local department store chiefly for the high collar,

but I knew it was a dress Lisa wouldn’t have been caught

dead in. Just hidden under the neckband of lace, the circle

of her purple necklace, each dark bead3 a fingertip of efficient

bruise that we already knew about anyway, and simply went on

imagining, as we, her classmates, filed past the white coffin4.