安宁--C.K.威廉姆斯

我们争吵了几个小时，整个晚餐期间，贯穿没完没了的黄昏，谁还
   知道现在怎么办，
不得不如此遭罪会多么惨啊，像鱼刺卡在
      相互的喉咙里，
对我们论点的死尸，解刨，剥皮，而且我们接着干，干到  
      床上，一整夜，
佯装睡着，梦态睡眠，几乎不能入睡，准确的说，再也
     不想接触，背对背，
跨在我们身上的被子为寒冷的空气开了一条通道，一直让我们
   挪动，翻身，
愤怒的黑暗自始至终把我们容纳在其痛苦的杯中，疼痛的黑暗，
          令人厌倦的黑暗，
然后，将近黎明，我忍不住了，虽然我不知道公道如何被送达，
       我把她拉向我这边，
准确，敏捷熟练地，她滚到我这边，结果
       我们全身心地拥抱在一起
  We fight for hours, through dinner, through the endless evening, who
          even knows now what about,
what could be so dire to have to suffer so for, stuck in one another’s craws
          like fishbones,
the cadavers of our argument dissected, flayed, but we go on with it, to
          bed, and through the night,
feigning sleep, dreaming sleep, hardly sleeping, so precisely never touch-
          ing, back to back,
the blanket bridged across us for the wintry air to tunnel down, to keep
          us lifting, turning,
through the angry dark that holds us in its cup of pain, the aching dark,
          the weary dark,
then, toward dawn, I can’t help it, though justice won’t I know be served,
          I pull her to me,
and with such accurate, graceful deftness she rolls to me that we arrive
          embracing our entire lengths.   
          
“Peace” by C.K. Williams from Collected Poems. © Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2006