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The afternoon grows light, because at last,
abruptly a minutely, shredded rain
is falling or it fell. for once again
rain is something happening in the past
whoever hears it, for has brought to mind
time when by a sudden lucky chance
a flower called, "rose" was open to his glance
and the curious color of the color kind.
this rain that blinds the windows with its mists
will gladden in suburbs no more to be found
the black grapes on a vine there overhead
In a certain patio that no longer exists.
and the drenched afternoon brings back the sound
how long for, of my father's voice, not dead
雨
译者：石皮
黄昏愈发明亮，因为终于一场
突然的细雨正在飘落
或曾经落下。
雨，这发生在过去的事情，再一次
让听见它的人忆起，那时光里
唤作“玫瑰”的鲜花绽开视野
以其惊艳的颜色。
这雨以迷雾模糊了窗子
它乐于游弋郊野
只在某个不复存在的露台
洗亮高挂藤上的黑色葡萄。
透湿了的黄昏带来父亲的声音
渴望已久，未曾离去
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