致妻子

而心是否會老去？你知道

在夏天無差別的草坪

或在最初的雪中

一道風景是另一幕場景，

才剛開始，無名，

而每一石頭叢林和雪堆

如我們的愛改變我們

也將隨季節嬗遞而改變。

是以我們終於以愛相隨，

如憑藉一個韻腳的排拒，

或對一件往事的苛索，

通向時間的簡靜，

優雅的遠古，在那裡

我們仍活在恐懼與歡娛之中

以一如遺憾般安靜的愛

以及像夜間怒火的愛。

──譯J.V. Cunningham詩To My Wife

（原詩每節押ＡＢＡＢ韻腳，中譯照顧不來，譯意算了。）

To My Wife

By J.V. Cunningham

And does the heart grow old? You know

In the indiscriminate green

Of summer or in earliest snow

A landscape is another scene,

Inchoate and anonymous,

And every rock and bush and drift

As our affections alter us

Will alter with the season’s shift.

So love by love we come at last,

As through the exclusions of a rhyme,

Or the exactions of a past,

To the simplicity of time,

The antiquity of grace, where yet

We live in terror and delight

With love as quiet as regret

And love like anger in the night.