Robert Creeley - The Rain 汉译

All night the sound had

come back again,

and again falls

this quiet, persistent rain.

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What am I to myself

that must be remembered,

insisted upon,

so often? Is it

That never the ease,

even the hardness

of rain falling

will have for me

Something other than this,

something not so insistent —

am I to be locked in this

final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,

lie next to me.

Be for me, like rain,

the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-

lust of intentional indifference.

Be wet

With a decent happiness.