When morning came

清晨来临

I rose and made tea

我起床，泡了茶

and sent off my brother.

打发我的兄弟离开。

In the quiet house

在安静的房子里

I sat down to wait.

我坐下来等待。

The day knocked on my door

白昼敲响了我的门

with its sack of wares. The evening

带着一袋货物。黄昏

looked in my window

瞥了一眼我的窗户

with its inconsolable gray eyes

用它那无法安慰的灰色眼睛。

On the table the lamp was lit.

桌上的灯点亮了。

My brother came home then,

我的兄弟回来了，

white dust on his shoes

白色的尘土粘在他的鞋上，

and a tiny blue fower in his cap.

一朵蓝色的小花在他的帽子里，

weary

精疲力尽

as if he'd danced a long time

仿佛跳了很久的舞

or met a girl in the felds.

或者在田野遇见一个女孩。

When I touched his sleeve

我碰到了他的衣袖

my fingers brought away

我的手指带走了

a fragrance of mint and grass.

一股薄荷和草的香味。

Now my brother wants sleep

现在我的兄弟想要睡了，

and moons foolishly at my bed.

傻傻地呆视着我的床。

What I want

我想要的

is to wash his feet

就是洗他的脚，

and send him off again, tomorrow,

明天再打发他离开，

with a stone in each shoe

每只鞋里都放一块石头，

and one for each hand

每只手上都放一块石头，

and no bread in his pocket.

口袋里却不放面包。