The Coming OF Light
by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
譯文：
光的到來
馬克.斯特蘭德
縱然這一切姍姍來遲：
愛的降臨，光的到來。
你醒了，燭光彷彿不點自明，
星辰彙集，美夢湧入你的枕頭裏，
升起一縷縷温馨的芬芳。
縱然來遲，周身的骨骼仍舊光彩熠熠
而明日的塵埃閃耀着融入呼吸。
