The sleep of this night deepens

今夜的睡眠会更深沉

because I have walked coatless from the house

因为我没穿外套走出了屋子

carrying the white envelope.

手里拿着那个白色的信封。

All night it will say one name

整整一夜，它都会在路边

in its little tin house by the roadside.

那个小小的铁皮房子里，诉说着一个名字。

I have raised the metal flag

我竖起了金属旗标

so its shadow under the roadlamp

让它在路灯下的影子

leaves an imprint on the rain-heavy bushes.

在饱含雨水的灌木丛上留下印记。

Now I will walk back

现在我将往回走

thinking of the few lights still on

想着一英里外的小镇上

in the town a mile away.

依旧亮着的零星灯火。

In the yellowed light of a kitchen

在厨房泛黄的灯光下

the millworker has finished his coffee,

夜班工人已经喝完了他的咖啡，

his wife has laid out the white slices of bread

他的妻子已将白面包片

on the counter. Now while the bed they have left

摆在厨房台面上。现在，趁着他们刚刚离开的

is still warm, I will think of you, you

床铺依然温暖，我会想起你，你

who are so far away

在那么遥远的地方

you have caused me to look up at the stars.

让我不禁抬头仰望星空。

Tonight they have not moved

今夜它们还停留在童年，

from childhood, those games played after dark.

那些天黑后玩耍的游戏。

Again I walk into the wet grass

我再次走进潮湿的草地

toward the starry voices. Again, I

走向那星空的嘈杂。再次，我

am the found one, intimate, returned

成为那个曾经走失的人，亲密地，

by all I touch on the way.

被我沿途触及的一切送回。