The rain this morning falls

早晨的雨降在

on the last of the snow

最后的积雪上

and will wash it away. I can smell

最终将把它们冲走。我再次

the grass again, and the torn leaves

闻见青草的气味，撕裂的草叶

being eased down into the mud.

顺从地落入淤泥中。

The few loves I’ve been allowed

我允许自己保留的几段恋情

to keep are still sleeping

仍然在西海岸沉睡。

on the West Coast. Here in Virginia

此刻在佛吉尼亚

I walk across the fields with only

我穿过田野

a few young cows for company.

只有几头小母牛的陪伴。

Big-boned and shy,

大骨架而又害羞，

they are like girls I remember

它们就像我记忆中的

from junior high, who never

初中女孩，她们

spoke, who kept their heads

从不说话，总是

lowered and their arms crossed against

低着头，胳膊交叉在

their new breasts. Those girls

刚刚开始发育的胸前。这些女孩

are nearly forty now. Like me,

现在已经年近四十，像我一样，

they must sometimes stand

她们一定会有时

at a window late at night, looking out

在深夜站在窗前，看着

on a silent backyard, at one

寂静的后院，看着一把

rusting lawn chair and the sheer walls

生锈的休闲椅和邻家

of other people’s houses.

生冷的墙壁。

They must lie down some afternoons

她们肯定会在某些下午

and cry hard for whoever used

躺下哭泣

to make them happiest,

为了那些曾经给过她们带来

and wonder how their lives

最大欢乐的人们

have carried them

并且思忖人生

this far without ever once

已经载她们走了那么远

explaining anything. I don’t know

但却完全没有

why I’m walking out here

开口解释任何事情。

with my coat darkening

我不知道

and my boots sinking in, coming up

我为什么要在这里独行

with a mild sucking sound

让我的衣衫黯然，

I like to hear. I don’t care

让我的靴子浸入淤泥，

where those girls are now.

每次拔起时，

Whatever they’ve made of it

都发出我乐于忍受的声音。

they can have. Today I want

我不在乎那些女孩

to resolve nothing.

如今在哪里。

I only want to walk

不在乎她们的挣扎

a little longer in the cold

让她们得到了什么。

blessing of the rain,

今天我

and lift my face to it.

不想解决任何问题。

我只想要

行走更长的时间

并且抬起我的脸

接受雨水冰冷的祝福。