今晚没有星星

There are no stars to-night

只有记忆中的星星。

But those of memory.

而在柔软雨水的松弛束腰里

Yet how much room for memory there is

有多少间屋子留给了记忆。

In the loose girdle of soft rain.

甚至还有足够的屋子

There is even room enough

留给我的祖母伊丽莎白

For the letters of my mother's mother,

的情书，

Elizabeth,

它们很久以来一直被

That have been pressed so long

压在屋顶的角落里

Into a corner of the roof

它们褐黄、松软，

That they are brown and soft,

快要象雪一样融化。

And liable to melt as snow.

踏上此处的伟大

Over the greatness of such space

脚步一定要温柔。

Steps must be gentle.

它们全都被一根看不见的白发悬挂着。

It is all hung by an invisible white hair.

它们颤抖着象桦树枝在网罗空气。

It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air.

我问自己：

And I ask myself:

“你的手指有没有足够的长度

"Are your fingers long enough to play

去弹奏仅仅是回音的琴键：

Old keys that are but echoes:

沉默有没有强大到

Is the silence strong enough

可以把音乐送回它的源头

To carry back the music to its source

再次交还给你

And back to you again

就象给她？”

As though to her?"

Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand

而我情愿拉着我祖母的手

Through much of what she would not understand;

穿过这许多她搞不懂的东西；

And so I stumble. And the rain continues on the roof

因此我绊倒了。雨继续在屋顶上

With such a sound of gently pitying laughter.

带着一种轻柔的怜悯的笑。

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