是這樣的：
你曾快樂，然後悲傷，
你又快樂，然後又悲傷。
如此繼續。
你無辜，你有罪。
采取了行動，或沒有。
有時候，你說話，其他時候，你沉默。
多半時候，你沉默——你能說什麼呢？
現在差不多結束了。
像情人，你的生活彎下腰來吻你。
這麼做不是為了寬恕——
你們之間，沒有需要寬恕的——
而是像麵包師一個，簡單的點頭， 當他看見麵包已成形。
吃，現在成了一件為別人而做的事。
他們會用你、或你的日子做出一些東西，沒關係：他們會犯錯，
他們會懷念那錯誤的女人，懷念那些錯誤的男人，
他們講述的所有故事隻是編造。
你的故事是這樣的：你曾快樂，又曾悲傷，
你睡下，你醒來。
有時候你吃烤栗子，有時候吃柿子。
It Was Like This：You Were Happy
It was like this：
You were happy，then you were sad，
Then happy again，then not.
It went on.
You were innocent or you were guilty.
Actions were taken，or not.
At times you spoke，at other times you were silent.
Mostly，it seems you were silent— what could you say？
Now it is almost over.
Like a lover，your life bends down and kisses your life.
It does this not in forgiveness —
Between you，there is nothing to forgive —
But with the ****** nod of a baker at the moment，
He sees the bread is finished with transformation.
Eating，too，is now a thing only for others.
It doesn't matter what they will make of you，
Or your days：They will be wrong，
They will miss the wrong woman，miss the wrong man，
All the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.
Your story was this：You were happy，then you were sad，
You slept，you awakened.
Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts，sometimes persimmons.
By Jane Hirshfield