月有始末,年,是一個結(jié)——
沒有什么力量能解開
一團苦難
讓它略為伸展——
大地將倦怠的生命
收入她神秘的抽屜——
如此溫柔,勿須懷疑
它們已陷入長眠——
疲憊了一整天的——
孩子們的舉止——
他們自己,是喧嘩的玩具
無法妥善收存——
The Months have ends—the Years—a knot—
No Power can untie
To stretch a little further
A Skein of Misery—
The Earth lays back these tired lives
In her mysterious Drawers—
Too tenderly, that any doubt
An ultimate Repose—
The manner of the Children—
Who weary of the Day—
Themself—the noisy Plaything
They cannot put away—