:英文爱情诗----In Rainy September多雨的九月

　　In Rainy September

　　Robert Bly

　　In rainy September, when leaves grow down to the dark,

　　I put my forehead down to the damp, seaweed-smelling sand.

　　The time has come. I have put off choosing for years,

　　perhaps whole lives. The fern has no choice but to live;

　　for this crime it receives earth, water, and night.

　　We close the door. “I have no claim on you.”

　　Dusk comes. “The love I have had with you is enough.”

　　We know we could live apart from one another.