黄昏，我坐在一扇开着的窗边

This evening, I sat by an open window

阅读，直到光线消失，那本书

and read till the light was gone and the book

也成了黑暗的一部分。

was no more than a part of the darkness.

我本可以容易地打开一盏灯，

I could easily have switched on a lamp,

但我想要骑着白昼进入夜晚，

but I wanted to ride this day down into night,

想要独坐，抚平那无法辨认的书页

to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page

with the pale gray ghost of my hand.

用我浅灰色的手的幽灵。