这一定会发生许多次--迈克尔.特格

我领着儿子出去散步
简单明了地谈到爱，我们是怎样的一个民族
他们从长长的一行人中到来

他们大多数，充其量也不过，让我迷惑，
他可能仍然长得和我们稍微有些不一样，
一天下一代也会遵循这个样子，你的衣服

随着时间的冲发变得越发淡淡
或者更荒谬，如果警察来到门前会如何
不要说我们不和警察谈话，

说在这种光线下很难看见--
别样温暖，无暇的傍晚
他的手在我的手中像一张车票。
I took my son by the hand and walked out
to speak plainly of love, and how we were a people
who had come from a long line of people

who mostly, at best, bewildered me, and how
he might still grow mildly different from us,
the way one day follows the next and your clothes

might become faintly more dashing over time
or more ridiculous, and how if the police
come to the door don't say We don't

talk to police, say It's hard to see in this light—
another warm and flawless evening
with his hand in mine like a ticket.