默温：石头荒地上的夏夜
在黑暗最初的钟头
当宽阔的石头仍然有太阳的温暖
从等待雷的静谧中
一个身体从树中掉落
老鼠或其他软肤的
心的一搏在光裸的石头上
起身奔跑
闪电在抬起的地平线上鼓翼
两者都散落在黑的树叶之外
近处蛐蛐的各种音符
攀升而猫头鹰号泣
消磨的月亮将在云间迟迟升起
看不见的百灵鸟高歌日落
在那一天黄色的蓟草之上
我独自在一个古老的屋檐下
遗忘的建造者架起了屋梁
这儿从没有他们的照片
我喜爱没有听到的声音
可我爱它们
从它们中的某些和其每一种气息
我去得越来越远
而我又回归某些哪怕是穿过风暴和睡眠
寂静是一颗黑珍珠
我可以看入它而动物落下
一次一个以无法估量的间隔
Summer Night On The Stone Barrens
In the first hours of darkness
while the wide stones are still warm from the sun
through the hush waiting for thunder
a body falls out of a tree
rat or other soft skin
one beat of one heart on the bare stone
gets up and runs on
lightening flaps on the lifted horizon
both scattered beyond black leaves
nearby different cricket notes
climb and the owl cries
the worn moon will rise late among clouds
unseen larks rang at sunset
over yellow thistles of that day
I am under the ancient roof alone
the beams are held up by forgotten builders
of whom there were never pictures
I love voices not heard
but I love them
from some of them with every breath
I go farther away
and to some I return even through storm and sleep
the stillness is a black pearl
and I can see into it while the animal falls
one at a time at immeasurable intervals
当宽阔的石头仍然有太阳的温暖
从等待雷的静谧中
一个身体从树中掉落
老鼠或其他软肤的
心的一搏在光裸的石头上
起身奔跑
闪电在抬起的地平线上鼓翼
两者都散落在黑的树叶之外
近处蛐蛐的各种音符
攀升而猫头鹰号泣
消磨的月亮将在云间迟迟升起
看不见的百灵鸟高歌日落
在那一天黄色的蓟草之上
我独自在一个古老的屋檐下
遗忘的建造者架起了屋梁
这儿从没有他们的照片
我喜爱没有听到的声音
可我爱它们
从它们中的某些和其每一种气息
我去得越来越远
而我又回归某些哪怕是穿过风暴和睡眠
寂静是一颗黑珍珠
我可以看入它而动物落下
一次一个以无法估量的间隔
Summer Night On The Stone Barrens
In the first hours of darkness
while the wide stones are still warm from the sun
through the hush waiting for thunder
a body falls out of a tree
rat or other soft skin
one beat of one heart on the bare stone
gets up and runs on
lightening flaps on the lifted horizon
both scattered beyond black leaves
nearby different cricket notes
climb and the owl cries
the worn moon will rise late among clouds
unseen larks rang at sunset
over yellow thistles of that day
I am under the ancient roof alone
the beams are held up by forgotten builders
of whom there were never pictures
I love voices not heard
but I love them
from some of them with every breath
I go farther away
and to some I return even through storm and sleep
the stillness is a black pearl
and I can see into it while the animal falls
one at a time at immeasurable intervals
