in a one-horse town

……我想和您一起生活，

where it’s always dusk

在一座小城，

and bells don’t stop chiming

那里有永恒的黄昏，

and the pubs echo

有永恒的钟声。

with old clocks

乡村的小旅店里，

time drizzling

古老的钟表

and sometimes, at sundown, from an attic a flute

轻响，像时间的水滴。

and the player in the window

傍晚，阁楼里时而传出

framed by big tulips

长笛声，

and if you didn’t love me, I wouldn’t care.

吹笛的人站在窗口。

窗口有硕大的郁金香。

In the centre of our room – a huge tiled oven

或许，您甚至没爱过我……

each tile branded with an image

– rose – heart – ship –

　*　*　*

and in the single window

snow three times.

房间中央是贴瓷砖的大火炉，

每块瓷砖都是一幅画：

You would lie – I love you

玫瑰，心，舰船。

like this: idle, indifferent, carefree.

唯一的窗户上是

Now and then, the fizz

雪，雪，雪。

of a struck match,

您或许躺着，躺成我爱的模样：

the roll-up glowing down

慵懒，漠然，无忧。

to a tremble of ash

时而刺耳地划着

suspended

一根火柴。

and you too lazy to even flick it

and everything always

香烟忽明忽暗，

on fire.

烟灰像灰色的短柱，

在烟头处久久颤抖。

您甚至懒得弹掉烟灰，

整支香烟飞进了炉火。

一九一六年十二月十日