The smells of ordinariness

寻常事物的味道如此新鲜

Were new on the night drive through France;

夜晚开车穿过法国：

Rain and hay and woods on the air

雨水、干草和树林的混合气息

Made warm draughts in the open car.

形成阵阵暖流扑进敞篷汽车。

Signposts whitened relentlessly.

沿途路牌泛着冷冷的白光：

Montrueil, Abbéville, Beauvais

蒙特勒伊、阿布维尔、博韦......

Were promised, promised, came and went,

一个个迎来，然后又退却，

Each place granting its name’s fulfilment.

每处地名都像一则兑现的承诺。

A combine groaning its way late

收割机在夜色里依旧轰鸣，

Bled seeds across its work-light.

谷粒在作业灯前流泻如血。

A forest fire smouldered out.

森林之火燃烧完余烬，

One by one small cafés shut.

小咖啡馆的灯光次第熄灭。

I thought of you continuously

我不断想着远在南方的你

A thousand miles south where Italy

逐渐变暗的地球弧面上

Laid its loin to France on the darkened sphere.

意大利正将腰身贴向法国

Your ordinariness was renewed there.

而你的寻常在那里被重新领略。