These rows of tall palm trees,
　　Whitewillas, and white hotels
　　Fronting the beach and the sea
　　Seem most improbable to me
　　
　　Whiling away the afternoon
　　In a cane rocking chair
　　On a small, secluded veranda,
　　Overrun with exotic flowers
　　
　　I don’t even know the names of,
　　Raised as I was by parents
　　Who kept the curtains drawn,
　　The lights low, the stove unlit
　　
　　Leaving me as wary as they’d be
　　At first seeing oranges in a tree,
　　Women going bare-breasted
　　Over pink sand in the blue dusk.
　　
　　一排排的棕榈树
　　白色的宾馆白色的别墅
　　依靠大海，面向沙滩
　　对我来说却似乎如此遥远
　　
　　在小小的封闭露台里
　　流淌着异域风情的花香
　　我躺在一张藤编的摇椅中
　　闲散地度过下午时光
　　
　　是父母将我养大
　　是他们拉帘关窗
　　熄灭火炉，调暗灯光
　　对他们的姓名我却至今不详
　　
　　他们小心翼翼地离开我
　　我最先看到橘子树
　　看到女子们都赤裸着上身
　　踏过粉色的沙滩，在一个青蒙的午后