經典英文詩歌:我祖母的情書
There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
今夜沒有星星
卻有回憶點點。
而流雲柔雨中
能容多少回憶？
There is even room enough
For the letters of my mother’s mother,
Elizabeth,
That have been pressed so long
Into a corner of the roof
That they are brown and soft,
And liable to melt as snow.
原來回憶盡在其中，
連我祖母伊麗莎白的信
也還在，
擠塞在屋頂一角
很久很久。
已經泛黃、柔軟，
隨時像雪一般融化。
Over the greatness of such space
Steps must be gentle.
It is all hung by an invisible white hair.
It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air.
走進這回憶的聖殿
腳步一定要輕柔。
它全繫於一根看不見的白髮。
它顫抖着，如樺樹枝在網羅空氣。
And I ask myself:
我問自己：
"Are your fingers long enough to play
Old keys that are but echoes:
Is the silence strong enough
To carry back the music to its source
And back to you again
As though to her?"
“你的手指是否長到能觸及
那古老琴鍵，帶來哪怕只是迴音點點：
四周的靜寂是否強大到
能把音樂送至其源頭
再次傳回給你
如同傳給她一般？”
Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand
Through much of what she would not understand;
And so I stumble. And the rain continues on the roof
With such a sound of gently pitying laughter.
而我願拉着我祖母的手
一起穿越她難以理解的種種；
這一路我跌跌撞撞。而雨繼續敲打着屋頂，
發出輕柔憐憫的笑聲。
