The Coming of Light
by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
《》光的到来
文/马克.斯特兰德
尽管为时已晚它发生了:
爱的降临,光的到来。
你醒来而烛火仿佛自己燃起它自己,
众星聚集,梦涌进你的枕头,
传送空气暖人的酒香。
尽管为时已晚身体中的骨头闪亮,
而明日的灰尘将在呼吸中燃烧。
———王家新译
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