Charles Simic - This Morning [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Enter without knocking, hard-working ant
I'm just sitting here mulling over
What to do this dark, overcast day?
It was a night of the radio turned down low
Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams
I woke up lovesick and confused
I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing
And some bird answering her
But it was the rain. Dark tree tops swaying
And whispering. "Come to me my desire,"
I said. And she came to me by and by
Her breath smelling of mint, her tongue
Wetting my cheek, and then she vanished
Slowly day came, a gray streak of daylight
To bathe my hands and face in
Hours passed, and then you crawled
Under the door, and stopped before me
You visit the same tailors the mourners do
Mr. Ant. I like the silence between us
The quiet--that holy state even the rain
Knows about. Listen to her begin to fall
As if with eyes closed
Muting each drop in her wild-beating heart