Barefoot, careful on the slick slate slabs, I need no light, I know the way, stoop by the mint bed, scoop a fistful of moist earth, then grope for a chair, spread a shawl, and sit, breathing in the wet green August air.
光脚走在湿滑的石板路，小心翼翼， 无需灯火，路已悉知， 屈身在薄荷花圃里， 握一捧潮湿的泥土， 摸索出一把椅子， 解开披肩，坐下， 呼吸着八月湿润而绿意浓重的气息。