昨日的鲜花是怎样自行重排
它们全都倾斜朝向了窗

每天早上白雪皑皑的山峰是如何
尽情沐浴着鲜桃色的阳光

皱折起伏的水又是怎样在风中
不再映射天上渡鸦的翅膀

多么难得啊，西部的冬之晨
能这般清新，这般太阳明亮

发觉自己在厨房窗前入梦
发呆，杯子里的咖啡变凉

桌上的花束橙黄，紫红，碧蓝
那是我们昨天说再见的地方

不知怎么就分离了
在这黎明时光

morning after

how yesterday’s flowers rearrange themselves
they all lean towards the window

how every morning the snow-dusted peaks
bathe in peach-coloured sunlight

and the rugged water, how that too
stops mirroring raven wings in the wind

winter mornings in the West, how seldom
such crispness, such sun, such light

how transfixed I am, the coffee grows cold
in my cup, I find myself dreaming

at the kitchen window, the bouquet
orange, purple, blue on the table

where yesterday we said goodbye, some-
how parting at the break of day

---By KRISTJANA GUNNARS
(加拿大女诗人，现为阿尔伯塔大学教授)