這首詩 - 死者總是向下看著我們，他們說，雖然我們正在穿我們的鞋子，或作一個三明治，他們正透過玻璃底船向下看，因為他們的天堂慢行通過自己的永恆。他們看下面的我們頭頂於地球上移動，當我們躺在地上或在沙發上，也許在熱烈下午吞雲吐霧了，他們認為我們回頭看他們，使他們提高他們的槳落沉默等待，如父母，我們閉上眼睛。
The Poem - The dead are always looking down on us, they say, while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich, they are looking down through the glass-bottom boats, of heaven as they row themselves slowly through eternity. They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth, And when we lie down in a field or on a couch, Drugged perhaps by the hum of a warm afternoon, They think we are looking back at them, which makes them lift their oars and fall silent and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes.
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