words

I had this thought a while ago.
"My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land."
And I grew weary of the sun.
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain
That every year I have cried, "At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call';

That every year I have cried, "At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call'; At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call';
At length，My darling understands it all,
And words obey my call OH OH，
My darling understands ，
Because I have come into my strength
And words obey my call.
That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live.

不久前，我曾这样想：
“我的爱人不能理解
我所做的和我将做的，
在这茫然而悲苦的土地上。”

因而我逐渐厌倦了太阳，
直到我重新理清了思绪，
记得我做过最好的事情
就是曾经向你坦白；

曾经每一年我都呼喊“终究
我的爱人会明白这一切，
因为我已用尽全力，
文字也任我驾驭”；

如果她理解了，谁又会说
筛子里会有什么漏出？
也许最终我会抛弃贫乏的文字，
心满意足的融入生活（去安于现实的生活）