她们在地下室厨房里弄得早餐盘子丁当响，
而沿着众人践踏的街边
我知道女仆们潮湿的心灵
正在院子门边沮丧地发芽。
棕色的雾的波浪把一张张扭曲的脸
从街底向我抛了上来，
从一个穿泥污裙子的过路人身上
撕下一个无目的的微笑在空中盘旋
然后消失于无数屋顶的平面。

THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me 5
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

【注释】 "Morning at the Window" was originally printed in Poetry, September 1916.