The door of winter

冬之門

is frozen shut,

凍緊，

and like the bodies

像早已滅絕的

of long extinct animals, cars

動物的軀體，小汽車

lie abandoned wherever

被棄置在寒冷公路

the cold road has taken them.

可抵達的終點。

How ceremonious snow is,

大雪多麼隆重，

with what quiet severity

它以這般寂靜的莊嚴

it turns even death to a formal

把死亡也變成一場

arrangement.

正式的佈景。

Alone at my window, I listen

獨自在窗邊，我聽

to the wind,

風，

to the small leaves clicking

聽細小的樹葉

in their coffins of ice.

在它們冰制的棺材裏走動。