when my father had been dead a week

父亲走后一个星期

I woke

我醒来

with his voice in my ear

他的声音在耳边响起

                                           I sat up in bed

我屏住呼吸

and held my breath

独坐床沿

and stared at the pale closed door

凝视着那扇紧闭的暗淡之门

white apples and the taste of stone

白苹果，石头味

if he called again

假若他再唤我一声

I would put on my coat and galoshes

就立刻穿好防风外套和橡胶雨鞋