我还没有睡，街道对面公寓里
泻下柔和的灯光，
夜里，安静，和安宁是相似的。
有我忘记要感激的事情。
但我没有忧虑。这首诗
足以对今天表示感激之情。
树叶轻叩着窗扉，为夜晚奏乐
足够。我爱的人呼吸均匀，
给我的催眠曲。
温柔是太阳的触摸
好像它轻掸着地球旋转。
馥郁是二月天空的月亮。
星星俯视着大地&见证，
不妄加评论。城市在我下面移动，无影无踪。
哦 让这首诗成为一个星球
或一处避难所。天堂之于诗人
就是要归去的家园。我儿子的脑袋
枕着甜美的梦&满足。
让我关灯休息吧。
Before I went to sleep, the soft lamplights
from the tenements across the street,
still, in the night, resembled peace.
There is something I forgot to be grateful
for. But I’m not uneasy. This poem
is enough gratitude for the day. That leaf
tapping against the window, enough
music for the night. My love’s even
breathing, a lullaby for me.
Gentle is the sun’s touch
as it brushes the earth’s revolutions.
Fragrant is the moon in February’s
sky. Stars look down & witness,
never judge. The City moves
beneath me, out of sight.
O let this poem be a planet
or a haven. Heaven for a poet
homeward bound. Rest my son’s head
upon sweet dreams & contentment.
Let me turn out the light to rest.
