我已离家多年
如今站在门前
未敢踏入，生怕一张
从未见过的面孔
将我凝视
询问我在那里的事业——
“我的事业只有我余下的生命
这难道是我在那里仅存的事物？”
我倚赖着——
从前挥之不去的惶恐——
再一次如大海奔流
在我耳边爆响——
我发出碎裂的笑声
我竟惧怕一扇门
从前的我身处恐慌
也从未退缩。
我颤抖的手，小心翼翼
伸向门锁
唯恐这道可怕的门猛然向里弹开
将我拉倒在地——
我像对待玻璃一样
谨慎地缩回手指
捂上双耳，窃贼一般
喘息着从这里逃走——
I Years had been from Home
And now before the Door
I dared not enter, lest a Face
I never saw before
Stare stolid into mine
And ask my Business there—
“My Business but a Life I left
Was such remaining there?”
I leaned upon the Awe—
I lingered with Before—
The Second like an Ocean rolled
And broke against my ear—
I laughed a crumbling Laugh
That I could fear a Door
Who Consternation compassed
And never winced before.
I fitted to the Latch
My Hand, with trembling care
Lest back the awful Door should spring
And leave me in the Floor—
Then moved my Fingers off
As cautiously as Glass
And held my ears, and like a Thief
Fled gasping from the House—