几分钟前，我走到屋外的
露台上。从那里我可以看见和听见海水，
以及这些年发生在我身上的一切。
闷热而宁静。潮水退了。
没有鸟歌唱。当我靠着栅栏
一只蜘蛛网触到了我的前额。
它绊进我头发里了。没有人能责备我转身
走进屋子。没有风。大海
死一样沉寂。我把蜘蛛网挂在灯罩上。
当我的呼吸碰到它，我望着它不时地
颤动。一条精美的线。错综复杂。
不久之后，不等人们发现，
我就会从这里消失。
of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,
and everything that's happened to me all these years.
It was hot and still. The tide was out.
No birds sang. As I leaned against the railing
a cobweb touched my forehead.
It caught in my hair. No one can blame me that I turned
and went inside. There was no wind. The sea
was dead calm. I hung the cobweb from the lampshade.
Where I watch it shudder now and then when my breath
touches it. A fine thread. Intricate.
Before long, before anyone realizes,
I'll be gone from here.
露台上。从那里我可以看见和听见海水，
以及这些年发生在我身上的一切。
闷热而宁静。潮水退了。
没有鸟歌唱。当我靠着栅栏
一只蜘蛛网触到了我的前额。
它绊进我头发里了。没有人能责备我转身
走进屋子。没有风。大海
死一样沉寂。我把蜘蛛网挂在灯罩上。
当我的呼吸碰到它，我望着它不时地
颤动。一条精美的线。错综复杂。
不久之后，不等人们发现，
我就会从这里消失。
of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,
and everything that's happened to me all these years.
It was hot and still. The tide was out.
No birds sang. As I leaned against the railing
a cobweb touched my forehead.
It caught in my hair. No one can blame me that I turned
and went inside. There was no wind. The sea
was dead calm. I hung the cobweb from the lampshade.
Where I watch it shudder now and then when my breath
touches it. A fine thread. Intricate.
Before long, before anyone realizes,
I'll be gone from here.