the anniversary of my death
W.S.MERWIN

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

写给我的死亡纪念日

一年一度,我竟不知道这个日子
当最后的火焰向我招手
寂静出发
不倦的旅行者 像黯淡星球的光束
那时我将发现自己 已不在生命里
像在奇异的衣服里
大地
一个女人的爱
男人们的无耻
将使我惊讶
今天，一连下了三日的雨后
我听见鹪鹩在鸣唱
檐雨停息
我向它致敬，却不知道它是什么