今早的雨

The rain this morning falls

下在最后的雪上

on the last of the snow

将把它冲走。我又

and will wash it away. I can smell

可以闻草的味道，叶子残破

the grass again, and the torn leaves

被慢慢埋入泥里。

being eased down into the mud.

我尚能保留的几份情

The few loves I've been allowed

仍在西海岸沉睡。

to keep are still sleeping

这里是弗吉尼亚，

on the west coast. Here in Virginia

我走过田野，做伴的

I walk across the fields with only

只有几只小牛。

a few young cows for company.

它们骨架蛮大，

Big-boned and shy,

怕羞，像我记忆中的

they are like girls I remember

初中女生，从不说话，

from junior high, who never

总是低着头，

spoke, who kept their heads

双手合抱在胸前，挡住

lowered and their arms crossed against

新萌的乳房。那些女生

their new breasts. Those girls

如今年过四十了。也像我，

are nearly forty now. Like me,

她们肯定会有时候

they must sometimes stand

在深夜站在窗口，望着

at a window late at night, looking out

静谧的后院，盯着

on a silent back yard, at one

生锈的长椅、别人家

rusting lawn chair and the sheer walls

陡峭的屋墙。

of other people's houses.

肯定的是她们会躺在某些午后

They must lie down some afternoons

哭得伤心，为了那曾经

and cry hard for whoever used

令她们快乐无比的每一位，

to make them happiest,

疑惑于她们的人生怎能

and wonder how their lives

带着他们走了这么久，

have carried them

而不曾对谁有过

this far without ever once

一丝解释。我不明白

explaining anything. I don't know

我为什么会走到这里，

why I'm walking out here

外衣越来越暗，靴子

with my coat darkening

陷得越来越深，拔脚时

and my boots sinking in, coming up

发出轻轻的吮吸声，

with a mild sucking sound

听得悦耳。我不在乎

I like to hear. I don't care

那些女生现在去了哪儿。

where those girls are now.

她们做成了什么，人生

Whatever they've made of it

就有什么。而今天，

they can have. Today I want

我什么也不要解决。

to resolve nothing.

只想就这么走着，

I only want to walk

在雨的冷飕飕的

a little longer in the cold

祝福中，再走一段，

blessing of the rain,

仰一点儿脸，迎着雨。

and lift my face to it.

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