我今天在寻找什么呢？
在小毯子下杵着的那一切，
在灯下和椅子下盯着看，
或那样从一个房间走近一个房间
没完没了地在楼梯上上上下下
像嗑了药或睡得昏昏沉沉的某人。
感觉，各处都不对劲。
我开始打开抽屉，然后
我盯着冰箱门
寻思是否我一直待在那里很久了
寻思着我要寻找的东西。
后来，我又回顾着想
剩下的时间都到哪里去了？
我在地下室里吗？我不能想起
找到照明开关，我度过它的最后一个地方，
我怎么会知道呢
我哦没有看见它，走过去了
那究竟是不是我想要的呢。
What was I looking for today?
All that poking under the rugs,
Peering under the lamps and chairs,
Or going from room to room that way,
Forever up and down the stairs
Like someone stupid with sleep or drugs.
Everywhere I was, was wrong.
I started turning the drawers out, then
I was staring in at the icebox door
Wondering if I’d been there long
Wondering what I was looking for.
Later on, I think I went back again.
Where did the rest of the time go?
Was I down cellar? I can’t recall
Finding the light switch, or the last
Place I’ve had it, or how I’d know
I didn’t look at it and go past.
Or whether it’s what I want, at all.
