Weather by Linda Pastan

因为你父亲打开的
令人恐怖的气氛
像一把黑色的伞
高擎在
你的童年之上
挡住了阳光，
你的人生现在
对你来说似乎是
平凡中有点特别，
你谈到这个，
猛然推开窗子
在一个极普通的春日
这样的一个冬天之后
令人目眩
Because of the menace
your father opened
like a black umbrella
and held high
over your childhood
blocking the light,
your life now seems
to you exceptional
in its simplicities.
You speak of this,
throwing the window open
on a plain spring day,
dazzling
after such a winter.
“Weather” by Linda Pastan from The Last Uncle. © W. W. Norton & Company, 2002. Reprinted with permission.