Even now I dream of rabbits murdered

如今我依然會夢見野外的狗

By loose dogs in the dark, the saved-up voice

在黑暗中獵殺兔子，封存的尖叫

Spilt on that last terror, or the springtime

從最後的驚恐流溢，或者春天

Of lost baby rabbits, grey and blind

幼兔走失，灰茸茸，沒有視力

As moles, that slipped from birth and from the nest

像鼴鼠，從母體滑落，從窩滑落

Into a grey, blind rain, became the mud.

跌進灰色的盲雨，化為泥。

And still I gather up their shapes in dreams,

我依然在夢中撿拾它們的形狀，

Those poor, leftover Easter eggs, all grey.

那些可憐、多餘的復活蛋，全是灰色。

That’s how we found out death: the strangled bird

我們就這樣發現死亡：斷頸的鳥

Undone by a toy hung in his cage,

被籠中懸掛的玩具繩所害，

The foundlings that would never last the night,

孤伶伶的幼崽不可能撐到天明，

Be it pigeon, crippled snake, the kitten

不管是一隻鴿子，一條跛行的蛇，

Whose very fleas forsook it in the morning

小貓身上的跳蚤在清晨棄牠而去

While we nursed a hangover of hope.

當我們還在餵養宿醉的希望。

After the death of pets, dolls lay too still

寵物死後，玩偶過於沉寂

And wooden in the cradle, sister, after

僵硬地躺在搖籃裏。姐姐，

We learned death: not hell, no ghosts or angels,

我們嘗到了死亡：不是地獄，不是鬼或天使，

But a cold thing in the image of a warm thing,

而是一個冰冷的東西來自溫暖的形象，

Limp as sleep without the twitch of dreams.

像睡眠少了夢的痙攣那樣無力。