毫无疑问，冬天已经来临。我看到

There's no doubt winter is coming.  I see

我的“伦敦雾”夹克是中国制造的。

My London Fog jacket is made in China.

秋天宛如一张无遮蔽的书桌

The fall is like a bare writing desk.

我窗外的烟灰缸

The ashtray outside my window

没有落叶，伊格那托走了……

Has no leaves, and Ignatow is gone. . . .

但我的笔还在这张纸上

But my pen still moves freely

自由地移动。还有薇拉，她在哪？

On this paper.  And Vera, where is she?

在牛顿威利的一个养老院里。

In a nursing home in Newtonville.

灯光照亮了地板。

Lamplight shines on the floor boards.

没有反馈。我可以读一些我想读的

No response.  Can I read anything I want

什么吗，比如斯大宁格勒？继续下去，

Now, how about Stalingrad?  Go ahead.

那些我感到亲切的，那些对我感到亲切的……

Those I am dear to me, those dear to me . . .

我可以站着让我的手掌

I can stand and let my palms sweep

将我胃中的火炉打扫干净——

Up over my stomach furnace-

你知道，我是说道教所说的

You know, the pot-bellied stove

大腹便便的火炉。可能

The Taoists talk about.  And maybe

能量的烟流在上升，

A plume of energy does climb,

就像人们所说的，上升至脊柱。

As they say, up the spine.  The turtles

加拉帕戈斯群岛上的海龟

On the Galapagos don't feel old.

不感觉到老。

They breathe only once a minute.

它们一分钟只呼吸一次。