这么早外面几乎还是黑的。
我在窗边端着咖啡，
清早的平常事物
掠过我的头脑。
突然我看到一个男孩和他的同伴
沿路走过来
投递着报纸。
他们戴着帽子穿着毛衣，
其中一个肩上背着包。
他们是这么快乐，
什么话也没说，这些孩子。
我想如果能够，他们一定会
手挽着手。
这么早的早晨，
他们一块儿做这件事情。
他们走近了，慢慢地。
天空披上了曙光，
尽管月亮仍苍白地挂在水上。

这样的美，
死亡，雄心壮志，甚至爱，
都根本无法进入它。
快乐。它毫无预料地
来了。真的，它超越了

任何一个早晨。

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.