《for Averell》 It was Sunday morning

《for Averell》

It was Sunday morning ,I had the New York
Times spread out on my dormitory floor,its
black print coming off dark silver on the
heels of my palms,it was Spring and I had the
dormer window of my room open ,to
let it in, I even had the radio
on,I was letting it all in, the
tiny silvery radio voices---- I
even let myself feel that it was Easter, the
dark flower of his life opening
again,his life being given back
again,I was in love and I could take it, the ink
staining my hands, the news on the radio
coming in my ears,there had been a wreck
and they said your name, son of the well-known they
said your name.Then they said where they`d
taken the wounded and the dead, and I called the
hospital, I remember kneeling by the
phone on the third-floor landing of the dorm, the
dark steep stairs down
next to me, I spoke to a young
man a young doctor there in the
Emergency Room, my open ear
pressed to the dark receiver, my open
life pressed to the word, I said
Which one of them died,and he said your name,
he was standing there in the room with you
saying your name.
I remember I leaned my
forehead against the varnished bars of the
baluster rails and held on,
pulling at the rails as if I wanted to
pull them together, shut them like a dark
door,close myself like a door
as you had been shut,closed off, but I could not
do it, the pain kept coursing through me like
life,like the gift of life.

結果 (中文) 1:

《for Averell》 这是星期天的早晨，纽约次铺张的我宿舍的地板，其黑色打印下来黑银高跟鞋的我的手心，正是春天，和我有我的房间对开放的凸肚窗让它，我甚至在收音机对，我让它所有的小小的银色无线电的声音---我甚至让我自己觉得它是复活节，他生活开放的黑花再次，他的生活被还给再次，我恋爱了，我可以把它，油墨染我的手，在电台新闻来在我的耳边，已经击毁他们说你的名字，儿子的众人皆知的他们说你的名字。然后他们说他们会在哪儿采取受伤和死亡，我叫医院，我记得跪着的手机上的宿舍，三楼着陆黑暗陡峭的楼梯下来在我身边，我跟一个年轻的人中的那里一位年轻医生急救室，我打开耳朵黑暗的接收器，我打开按下生活紧贴这个词，我说其中一人死了，和他说你的名字，他站在那儿在房间里和你一起说你的名字。我记得我靠我漆布酒吧的前额栏杆扶手、 日举行好像我想扯铁轨他们拉在一起，把它们像黑暗中门，关闭自己像一扇门因为你已经关闭，关闭了，但我不能做它，痛苦一直通过我像追猎生活，就像生命的礼物。

結果 (中文) 3:

《为埃夫里尔》这是星期日的早晨，我有纽约时代蔓延在我的宿舍楼，它的黑色打印出来的黑色银色的我的手掌的高跟鞋，它是春天，我有我的房间打开天窗，以让它进来，我甚至有收音机在，我让它所有的，在微小的银色的无线电声音----我甚至让我自己觉得，这是复活节，他生命中的黑暗之花同样，他的生活被给予回来再次，我在爱，我可以把它，墨水我的手上的消息，收音机里的新闻在我的耳朵里，有一个残骸他们说你的名，是他们所熟知的儿子说你的名字，然后他们说他们在哪里我把伤员和死者，我称为医院，我记得跪在电话在第三楼登陆的宿舍，黑暗陡峭的楼梯在我旁边，我和一个年轻的在那里有一个年轻的医生急诊室，我的开放的耳朵按下黑暗的接收器，我的开放生活按这个词，我说其中一个死了，他说你的名字，他站在房间里和你在一起说出你的名字。我记得我靠在我的身上额头上的酒吧栏杆上举行，拉在轨道，如果我想把他们拉在一起，把他们关起来像一个黑暗门，关上我自己像一扇门当你被关上，关闭，但我不能这样做，疼痛持续流淌过我生活，就像生命的礼物。