mingling in the cold brown liquors of decay and regeneration,

混在腐烂和重生的冰冷褐色液体中
and on these scraps there were sometimes words.

这些污物上有时会有文字
One read Powers Meet, and another, which had been the flap

一个写着: 强强对话还有一个
of an envelope, had a penciled message in an

是信封封口不知是谁在上面用铅笔写着
anonymous hand: I think of you.

我想你
Perhaps Sylvie when she swept took care not to molest them.

也许是希尔维打扫的时候不想撕了它们
Perhaps she sensed a Delphic niceness in the scattering of these

也许是她觉得散落的树叶和碎纸
leaves and paper, here and not elsewhere,

会这样有一种美好的隐喻在里面
thus and not otherwise.

没发生在其他地方也不是其他的方式
Words are all bound up in the material of the world,

词语和世间万物都是相联系的
the stuff that gathers in the corners of a house.

屋角一隅堆叠的杂物
And, moreover, they are words that are very

而且都是些让人记忆呼之欲出的词汇