Away from home,

在异乡，

I read the exiled poets—

读流亡诗人——

Ovid, Brecht.

奥维德，布莱希特。

Then set my books that night

然后，夜，

near the foot of the bed.

我把书放到床脚，

All night pretended they were the cat.

整夜，假装它们是猫。

Not once

我，一次

did I wake her.

也没弄醒它。