翻译作品：
喜欢Ada Limon写的诗，很随意，却很有意境。
这里尝试翻译了她的其中一首诗： Lover/爱人
Lover
Easy light storms in through the window, soft
edges of the world, smudged by mist, a squirrel’s
nest rigged high in the maple. I’ve got a bone
to pick with whomever is in charge. All year,
I’ve said, You know what’s funny? and then,
Nothing, nothing is funny. Which makes me laugh
in an oblivion-is-coming sort of way. A friend
writes the word lover in a note and I am strangely
excited for the word lover to come back. Come back
lover, come back to the five and dime. I could
squeal with the idea of blissful release, oh lover,
what a word, what a world, this gray waiting. In me,
a need to nestle deep into the safe-keeping of sky.
I am too used to nostalgia now, a sweet escape
of age. Centuries of pleasure before us and after
us, still right now, a softness like the worn fabric of a nightshirt
and what I do not say is, I trust the world to come back.
Return like a word, long forgotten and maligned
for all its gross tenderness, a joke told in a sun beam,
the world walking in, ready to be ravaged, open for business.
爱人
薄光闯入窗口，世界
的柔软边缘被茫雾渲染，一只松鼠
的巢高筑于枫树上。对负责人我总会
鸡蛋里挑骨头。整年每一天，
对我一直说：你知道那些好笑的事吗？接着
自答：没有，没有好笑的事。在健忘即将来到
之际我深感莞尔。有个朋友把爱人
写在一则字条而让我无法言喻地对爱人
这个字眼的重现感到亢奋。回来吧
爱人，回到这个清简单纯的世界。我
一想到这种狂喜的释放就想尖叫，呵 爱人，
意义那么深，境界那么远，叫人难以分辨。
而我渴望地深居于天空的安全界限。我亦
惯于沉溺在怀旧情节中，一种岁月的甜馥
假期。我们之前或之后的世纪愉悦，即使是
这一刻，依然柔软恰如穿过数次的睡袍棉布
而我想说的是，我深信美好的境界将会回来。
回来如一个单字，早已被遗忘，因其粗暴
的温柔而被抹黑，在阳光下开的玩笑，
那个美好境界坦荡荡地回来，准备着任由蹂躏
