of the first American school for

　　the deaf, Wallace Stevens, and Samuel

　　Colt—three buried in Cedar Hill

　　Cemetery, Hartford, Connecticut.

　　Everything is necessary, nothing

　　is sufficient. Speak to see

　　who listens.

　　A manner of speaking as necessary attribute,

　　ubiquitous(普遍存在的) , annunciatory(预告的) as bells, a rollicking(欢乐的)

　　of winter air. Who speaks

　　still dies, eventually, if recent

　　events are any guide. I am silent, standing

　　hat in hand and watching the spadefuls flung

　　onto caskets, a tear here and there a hand wrung

　　while graying clouds dissipate(驱散) , dilapidate(荒废) and

　　dutiful humans homeward heading. We borrowed

　　the word from the Norse, die, but everyone always

　　had such a word, surely. If words were sure.

　　Here's a threat of snow and eventually fallen

　　it will cover and convert the landscape; the littering

　　beneath the landscape the litter of us recent

　　dead decaying fallen as is our state—late

　　lamented(令人遗憾的) living lying there a layer ghostly beneath

　　the blooming sod. Sad or funny? Funny. Funereal.

　　They dissipate, hissing; hear the sun strike each flake.