九月雨--海伦.邓莫尔

总是雨，九月雨，
这个季节的低压气穴，
有三位冲浪者返回。
现在雨的节拍是两部数，浪
逮不住的浪。如果他们消失在黑暗中

他们知道海岸那个地方被光梳理吗
或者只有涌浪，掀起
回到起点处

当他们沿着山坡而下像群孩子
冒着雨，九月的雨，
大海对他们敞开胸膛了吗？

我躺着，聆听
我内在的生活像潮流搅动
知道它何时必须离去。

我在深深的深深的水中
用一只脚踝轻轻支撑
力不从心，等着。
Always rain, September rain,
The slipstream of the season,
Night of the equinox, the change.

There are three surfers out back.
Now the rain's pulse is doubled, the wave
Is not to be caught. Are they lost in the dark

Do they know where the coast is combed with light
Or is there only the swell, lifting
Back to the beginning

When they ran down the hill like children
Through this rain, September rain,
And the sea opened its breast to them?

I lie and listen
And the life in me stirs like a tide
That knows when it must be gone.

I am on the deep deep water
Lightly held by one ankle
Out of my depth, waiting.