
He was myNorth, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest,
他曾经是我的东,我的西,我的南,我的北,我的工作天,我的休息日,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that lovewould last for ever; Iwas wrong.
我的正午,我的夜半,我的话语,我的歌吟,我以为爱可以不朽,我错了。
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up themoon and dismantle the sun;
不再需要星星,把每一颗都摘掉,把月亮包起,拆除太阳,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing nowcan ever come to any good.
倾泻大海,扫除森林, 因为什么也不会,再有意味。
——《 Funeral Blues 》
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