Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.

不是小公寓。也不是陰面的大公寓。也不rｅａd•9９csｗ•cｏｍ是哪一個男人的房子。也不是爸爸的。是完完全全我自己的。那裡有我的前廊我的枕頭，我漂亮的紫色矮牽牛。我的書和我的故事。我的兩隻等在床邊的鞋。不用和誰去作對。沒有別人扔下的垃圾要拾起。九九藏書

只是一所寂靜如雪的房子，一個自己歸九_九_藏_書去的空間，潔凈如同詩筆未落的紙。

Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a ma九-九-藏-書n's house. Not a daddy's. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My book九九藏書s and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.