Let ours be the most boring of love stories, the happy-ending kind,

让我们的爱情故事成为最无聊的那种——那种“从此过上幸福生活”的结局，

the obnoxiously-spooning-in-public kind,

那种令路人尴尬的当众相拥。

the kind with a long denouement, tedious for everyone not actually

那种有着漫长尾声的故事，让所有不身在其中的人都感到乏味。

living it. This time around, let the only fireworks

这一次，让唯一的烟花

be those kindled beneath your hands, or mine. O let us have a long,

只在你的，或我的掌心下点燃。哦，让我们拥有漫长、

long time to grow used to each other, many mornings

漫长的时光，去让彼此融入日常，在无数个早晨，

of tea & toast & reading our terrible first drafts aloud. There will be

茶、烤面包，还有我们那些那些糟糕初稿的朗读声。

clouds, but let them be like those I saw from a prop plane

阴云会出现，但让它们如我曾在黎明时

taking off over a cornfield at dawn: deeply banked & tinted all rose

乘螺旋桨小飞机掠过玉米地时看到的那样——

& purple & gold. Let your arms hold me

深深堆叠，映着玫瑰、紫罗兰与金色的光。让你的臂膀拥抱着我

a thousand nights, even if it gets old. You & I will grow old, Love,

在一千个夜晚，哪怕那种感觉不再新鲜。

we have grown old. But this last chance

你我终将老去，爱人，我们已经不再年轻。但这最后一次机会

in our late decades could be like the Pleiades, winter stars seen by

出现在生命的尾声，可以比作昴宿星团

Sappho, Hesiod & Galileo & now by you & me.

那冬夜的星辰，曾被萨福、赫西俄德，伽利略，还有如今的你我仰望。

Let us be boring like a hollow drill coring deep into the earth to find

让我们“乏味”地像一根中空的钻头深入地心，

its most secret mineral treasures.

去探寻那最隐秘的矿石珍宝。

Like a constellation that’s always been there, a burning braid of stars

像那从未消逝的星座，燃烧的星之辫索，

boring through space at the speed of light,

以光速钻透太空；

the kind of wild held between bits of cosmic dust—infinite—that will

那种被宇宙尘埃环抱的狂野——空间无限——从不停息，

never stop moving, nor cease to exist.

永不湮灭。