我也不知道書架上的灰塵

This dust on the bookshelves, who can say

從哪裏來，它們怎樣出生，

where it's from, how it entered the world,

怎樣遷徙，在書本上生活多久了，

how long it's been here.

有些可能已有幾年，有些昨天才到，

Years, some of it. Some yesterday,

還有些剛在幾分鐘前抵達，

some just now. One quick swipe

但此刻被我用除塵紙一抹，

with fate's paper towel, then the trash,

便爬上它們通往另一種命運的交通工具：

tomorrow's truck, the hauling off.

我把除塵紙放進垃圾袋裏，

明天會有卡車將它們運走。