by Mark Strand
Eventhis late it happens:
thecoming of love, the coming of light.
Youwake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
starsgather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sendingup warm bouquets of air.
Eventhis late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
光的到來
縱然這一切姍姍來遲
愛的降臨,光的到來。
你醒了,燭光仿佛不點自明,
星辰匯集,美夢涌入你的枕頭里,
升起一縷縷溫馨的芬芳。
縱然來遲,周身的骨骼仍舊光彩熠熠
而明日的塵埃閃耀著融入呼吸。