This evening, I sat by an open window

黄昏，我坐在一扇开着的窗边

and read till the light was gone and the book

阅读，直到光线消失，那本书

was no more than a part of the darkness.

也成了黑暗的一部分。

I could easily have switched on a lamp,

我本可以容易地打开一盏灯，

but I wanted to ride this day down into night,

但我想要骑着白昼进入夜晚，

to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page

想要独坐，抚平那无法辨认的书页

with the pale gray ghost of my hand.

用我浅灰色的手的幽灵。