洗出成堆的衣服
挂在院里晒干
然后去了城里
让自己忙上一天

当我开车回来
你最好的衬衫的袖子
在阵风里优雅的扬起
我们的睡衣，纠结，零落一地

对于我来说，夜幕已垂
你在的地方，彩霞满天

中秋的满月正圆
零星的云朵
让它的光辉如梦如幻

床边 你睡的地方  
空旷平坦，
象儿时的故乡

你的枕，丰满 清凉，
幽幽诉说

Alone for a Week
Jane Kenyon

For me it was getting late;
for you, where you were, not.
The harvest moon was full
bust sparse clouds made its light
not quite reliable.
The bed on your side seemed
as wide and flat as Kansas;
your pillow plump, cool,
and allegorical....