太阳挺出长长的毫刺。哈德逊河

Spiked sun. The Hudson’s

在冰层的切割中逐渐瘦小。

Whittled down by ice.

在被溅起的碎石中

I hear the bone dice

我听到骨制骰子叮咚作响。骨头一般的

Of blown gravel clicking. Bone-

苍白，刚刚降下的雪

pale, the recent snow

就像羽绒粘在河面。

Fastens like fur to the river.

一动不动。我们离开家，

Standstill. We were leaving to deliver

去分发圣诞礼物，汽车的轮胎爆了，

Christmas presents when the tire blew

那是去年的事情。在失效的气嘴上方

Last year. Above the dead valves pines pared

被风暴剥光的松树站立着，赤裸的臂膀……

Down by a storm stood, limbs bared . . .

我需要你。

I want you.