十一月--莉赛尔.穆勒

屋子外面风在咆哮
树讨厌地嘎吱响。
这是一个古老的故事
有古老的开端，
此时我沉入梦乡。
但当我醒来，阳光
占据了这间房。
你已经煮好了咖啡
收音机带给我们
一个自信的时代的音乐。报纸上
坏消息被放进一个遥远的位置。
无论必然要发生什么
都不在我的故事里。
但我知道有不能违反的规定。
或许改了一个名字。
一个小错误。或许
一个我不认识的女人
怀着沉重的心情面对今日
不管怎样，那应该都是我的。
Outside the house the wind is howling
and the trees are creaking horribly.
This is an old story
with its old beginning,
as I lay me down to sleep.
But when I wake up, sunlight
has taken over the room.
You have already made the coffee
and the radio brings us music
from a confident age. In the paper
bad news is set in distant places.
Whatever was bound to happen
in my story did not happen.
But I know there are rules that cannot be broken.
Perhaps a name was changed.
A small mistake. Perhaps
a woman I do not know
is facing the day with the heavy heart
that, by all rights, should have been mine.
"In November" by Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together. © Louisiana State University Press, 1996. Reprinted with permission.