喜欢角落，换句话说
浑然不知的无约束的安全，但即使恐惧
也感觉墙避开时的温暖。夜间发生的暴风雨
把墙壁，壁炉和书本带到床上。
在小家里
或许经常低声演奏
仍然经常玩有些独特的游戏和演独角戏。
很高兴填满这么都空虚的时间
角落在此收集灰尘和阳光--
温暖的砖，温暖的手指状的石头，和玻璃碎片
整个下午的细枝末节，
草叶下沁凉的林间空地。
十点钟，比较喜欢在室内玩耍，除非
可能在角落或小棚下游戏，
喜欢宿舍里发霉的味道
羡慕拥有角落里那张床的家伙。
这少年躺的角落
阳光不在，灰尘不染
是对这种幸福的背叛。
东正教的激昂，几乎总是令人厌倦
让他变得似乎步态笨拙。假装
内向的人也完全做起来太容易
笨人或许忘记太久，很难记起
无论何时他的声望应期
我们花费了那么久的时间成长，经常撒谎--
荒唐转化，然而痛苦无尽--
游手好闲的人懒洋洋地度过一个无尽的周日
他们一定找到了自我又做回了自己。
要发现，还隐藏，仍然还在
探索我们的爱的定义。我们通过它独自成长
没有对秘密冷淡的背叛
我们还是要放弃角落里的安全
Liking corners, that is to say to know
Nothing unlimited safe, but even dread
Make warm when walled away. Nocturnal storm
Bring walls and stove and books about the bed.
And to have often played in undertones,
Probably in small families and still
Have some peculiar games and monologues.
Be happy too with vacant hours to fill
Where corners collect the dust as well as sun –
Warm brick, warm fingered stone and bits of glass,
Minute particulars all afternoon,
Cool forest glades beneath the blades of grass.
At ten preferred to play indoors unless
The game could be a corner or a shed,
Liked musty smells and in a dormitory
Envied the one who had the corner bed.
The adolescent lying that no corner
Exists where sun and dust have made a hoard
Is traitor to this happiness. Excitements
Of the orthodox and almost always bored
Become him like his awkward gait. Pretending
As the introvert can all too easily do,
The lout may long forget and hard remember
To what his popularity is due.
We take so long to grow and lie so often –
Absurd becomings, yet abysmal pain –
Corner-boys lounging through an endless Sunday
Who must both find and be themselves again.
To find, yet hide, remain and still discover
Defines our love. Through it alone we grow
Without a gruff betrayal of the secret
Safe in the corner that we yet forgo.
