篇壹
我祖母的情書
There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
今夜沒有星星
卻有回憶點點。
而流雲柔雨中
能容多少回憶?
There is even room enough
For the letters of my mother’s mother,
Elizabeth,
That have been pressed so long
Into a corner of the roof
That they are brown and soft,
And liable to melt as snow.
原來回憶盡在其中，
連我祖母伊麗莎白的信
也還在，
擠塞在屋頂壹角
很久很久。
已經泛黃、柔軟，
隨時像雪壹般融化。
Over the greatness of such space
Steps must be gentle.
It is all hung by an invisible white hair.
It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air.
走進這回憶的聖殿
腳步壹定要輕柔。
它全系於壹根看不見的白發。
它顫抖著，如樺樹枝在網羅空氣。
And I ask myself:
我問自己：
"Are your fingers long enough to play
Old keys that are but echoes:
Is the silence strong enough
To carry back the music to its source
And back to you again
As though to her?"
“妳的手指是否長到能觸及
那古老琴鍵，帶來哪怕只是回音點點：
四周的靜寂是否強大到
能把音樂送至其源頭
再次傳回給妳
如同傳給她壹般?”
Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand
Through much of what she would not understand;
And so I stumble. And the rain continues on the roof
With such a sound of gently pitying laughter.
而我願拉著我祖母的手
壹起穿越她難以理解的種種;
這壹路我跌跌撞撞。而雨繼續敲打著屋頂，
發出輕柔憐憫的笑聲。
篇二
What Can I Do,What Can I Say
The hands of love are gently caressing my heart
My dreams of you might fall apart
What Can I Do， What Can I Say
Confusion burns in the way
I don't want to admit the passion I feel
Afraid it's my love I have giving to you so real
With our souls magically dancing in the night
Our bodies touch and I shake with fright
What Can I do， What can I say
I yearn for your love everyday.
Author： Cindy Echalaz
篇三
Another Sleepless Night
I left my window open tonight
And turned the porch light on，
So that when I awake from my dreams，
I can look out into the rain
and still see us there……
You holding me in your arms，
pulling me close to you as we dance，
Hearing our own song through the rain，
Laughing and kissing，
pelled to never let each other go……
Finally the vision vanishes，
We aren't really there……
And we never were.
We have never held each other，
And we have never danced beneath the pale moonlight.
Never felt the rain pour down and soak us……
Together.
Every day I see you， not where you are，
But where I want you to be.
I reach over and tenderly run my fingertips along the sheets
beside me…… where you should be.
I long to feel your face， your chest，
Feel your life's breath move in and out，
As you lie there in gentle sleep.
I move my hand to where I should feel your heart
Beating steadily beneath my hand.
I close my eyes and I can almost feel it.
It seems that no matter what I do anymore，
I envision your doing it with me，
It's almost like you should be there
And I sometimes just can't figure out why you aren't.
I drive through through the streets，
Hear one of our favorite songs on the radio，
And almost speak to you，
Like you are in the seat next to me，
Sharing the music.
I have even reached over，
Placed my hand on the seat，
And it almost felt warm，
Like you had really been there.
I long to take you with me，
To hold your hand in the movie theater.
To hear you laugh in the funny parts……
To cry with you in the sad ones.
Go dancing with you，
And sway as one body to the music.
So close that our souls are almost touching.
And healing……
I need you so much， it seems.
I wonder how I ever made it through a day，
Without knowing you.
All we have are our phone conversations，
I know your voice so well，
I could easily pick it out of thousands……
I know your laugh，
And even how your voice sounds when you *** ile.
I have sometimes heard a tear in your voice……
And all I could think about was reaching across this great ocean，
that separates me from you， and wiping it away，
Taking away your heartache， my heartache……
It is all I think about.
How can anyone be so lonely?
And miss someone so much，
Someone they have never seen……
Never held……
Never touched……
I carry you with me……
In this little place called my heart.
You have bee a part of me，
a part that I never want to be without.
So now I lie here……
and listen to the rain falling outside my window.
I look out and for a brief moment I see us there again.
And then my gaze moves up to the ceiling，
Searching for your *** ile.
I close my eyes，
And listen for your voice……
and then I hear it……
"Goodnight my love……"
I open my eyes and look for you，
But surprisingly yet again， I am still alone.
And now here I am……
Another sleepless night……
Without you here.
-Poem by Jenna-