Third time writing you a letter, getting darker. I’m getting worse and worse. 第三次，你写了一封信，越来越黑。我越来越糟。

   

I had a reason for the writing, but trying to exorcise my demons didn’t work. 我有一个理由的写作，而是试图驱除心魔没有工作。

To try to rid me of The worry and to purge you out of wonder for the future and the hurt. 为了尽量摆脱忧虑我和清除你出奇迹的未来和伤害。

I wrote a poem: 我写了一首诗：

   

I’m increasingly aware I’ve been painting things in gray, 我逐渐意识到我一直在画的东西灰色，

I’m increasingly alarmed by the pain, 我越来越多的痛苦感到震惊，

I’m increasingly alive to every cloud up in the sky, 我越来越多地活着的每一个云在天空，

I’m increasingly afraid it’s going to rain. 我越来越怕要下雨了。

   

See, lately I’ve hated me for over-playing pain. 你看，最近我一直恨我了扮演疼痛。

For always pointing fingers out at everyone 对于一直指责了众人

but Who in fact is guilty and for picking at my scabs 但谁其实是犯和我的结痂采摘

like they could never break but they can 像他们永远无法打破，但他们可以

and They will and I’ll spill like a leak in the basement, 他们会和我一样洒在地下室漏水，

a drunk in the night choir, 在夜晚合唱团一醉，

just slur all those Words to make deadbeat that sweet old refrain, 只是含糊那些话来赖账那甜美的固守，

self-inflicting my pain and therein lies the real Shame: 自造成我的痛苦，这其中就有了真正的耻辱：

I heard when they were picking through the rubble 我听说，当他们在废墟中捡

finding limbs, they sang hymns, but Now what of what I sing? 发现四肢，他们唱赞美诗，但现在我唱的是什么？

   

The worry, the wonder, the shortness of days, 人们担心，奇迹，天急促，

The replacement for purpose, 更换为目的，

The things swept away by 东西卷走

The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame, 的担心，难怪，我架细长，

The replacements for feeling, 在替代的感觉，

The casual lay. And 休闲外行。和

The worst of the wildlife wears clothes and can pray and 野生动物中最糟糕的穿衣服，可以祈祷，

The worry, the wonder, for three meals a day. 令人担忧的奇迹，为一日三餐。

Only death unimpeded, not slowing it’s pace, 只有死畅通，没有放慢它的脚步，

Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away. 带来的小，老担心和怀疑了。