当我钻入被子，融入
你的温暖，我想我们就像
三十年前写的一封情书，
某个年老的神每天仍在阅读，
然后小心地放回它的信封里。
Getting Into Bed On A December Night
By Ellen Bass
When I slip beneath the quilt and fold into
your warmth, I think we are like the pages
of a love letter written thirty years ago
that some aging god still reads each day
and then tucks back into its envelope.
