She left me.

她离开了我。

What voice colder than the wind out of the grave said :“it is over ”?

什么嗓音比风还冷从坟墓里传出说“结束了”？

Impalpable , invisible , she comes to me still

无形，无相，她依然向我走来

As she would do , and I at my reading.

就像她会做的那样，而我正在阅读。

there is a tremor of light as of a bird

一道鸟儿般颤动的光

crossing the sun's path

划过太阳的轨迹，

and i look up in recognition of a presence

我抬头望，以辨认一个

in absence not a word

缺席的存在，不是只言片语，

not a sound as she goes her way

不是她走开时发出的声响，

but a scent lingering which is that of time

只是一缕馨香绵绵不绝，那是时间

immolating itself in love’s fire

在爱之火中献祭自己。