One Cigarette by Edwin Morgan
一支煙：埃德溫·摩根

No smoke without you, my fire.
每次抽煙都離不開你,，我的火,。

After you left,your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
你走后,，你的香煙在我的煙灰缸里燃著

and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
留下長條狀的煙灰,，如此安靜

I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love.
我微笑著思忖誰會相信它暗含了那么多的愛,。

One cigarette in the non-smoker's tray.
一支煙,，在不抽煙者的煙灰缸里。

As the last spire trembles up,
當最后螺旋形的煙霧

a sudden draught blows it winding into my face.
裊裊上升,，突然一股風將它吹在我臉上,。

Is it smell, is it taste?
氣味？味道,？

You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
你回來了,，我醉在你煙草氣息的唇間。

Out with the light.
掏出打火機,。

Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
讓煙霧在黑暗里休息,。

Till I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass
直到我聽見那煙灰在黃銅的花朵間嘆息

I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
午夜過后許久，我會呼吸到,，你最后的吻,。