Charles Simic
In the Library There's a book called "A Dictionary of Angels." No one has opened it in fifty years, I know, because when I did, The covers creaked, the pages Crumbled. There I discovered The angels were once as plentiful As species of flies. The sky at dusk Used to be thick with them. You had to wave both arms Just to keep them away. Now the sun is shining Through the tall windows. The library is a quiet place. Angels and gods huddled In dark unopened books. The great secret lies On some shelf Miss Jones Passes every day on her rounds. She's very tall, so she keeps Her head tipped as if listening. The books are whispering. I hear nothing, but she does.
查爾斯·西米克
圖書館裡有一本叫做《天使字典》的書。我知道，五十年來沒有人打開過它，因為當我打開時，封面吱吱作響，書頁碎裂。在那裡我發現天使曾經像蒼蠅一樣多。黃昏時的天空曾經佈滿了它們。你必須揮舞雙臂才能讓他們遠離。現在陽光透過高高的窗戶照進來。圖書館是一個安靜的地方。天使和諸神擠在未打開的黑暗書籍中。這個偉大的秘密就藏在瓊斯小姐每天巡視的某個架子上。她很高，所以她總是低著頭，好像在聽。書本在竊竊私語。我什麼也沒聽到，但她聽到了。
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