缄

生行复复，日敛尘蒙

痛刺时在，血咽舌缄

情无可卿，状莫可明

倾墨江湖，欲老羞书

Blue M & ≠paleink 译

Unsaid

By Dana Gioia

So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.

http://www.danagioia.net/poems/unsaid.htm