I stalked her

我尾随她

in the grocery store: her crown

在杂货店：她雪⽩发辫的王冠

of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,

被⼀枚银⾊⼤发夹稳稳固定，

her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,

她挺拔的姿态，漾出温柔，

the way she placed yogurt and avocadoes in her basket,

她把酸奶和⽜油果放进篮⼦的模样，

beaming peace like the North Star.

如北极星般吐放安宁。

I wanted to ask, “What aisle did you find

我想问：“您在哪条货架找到

your serenity in, do you know

您的宁静，您是否知道

how to be married for fifty years, or how to live alone,

如何让婚姻维系五⼗年，或如何独居，

excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to possess

原谅我打扰，但您仿佛拥有

some knowledge that makes the earth burn and turn on its axis—"

某种让地球燃烧并旋转的智慧——“

—

——

—

——”

.”

但如今我们不向陌⽣⼈

But we don’t request such things from strangers

探问这些。于是我说：“您的头发真美。”

nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”