因为你问起散文和诗的分野 Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry
麻雀在冰冷的细雨中觅食；
就在你注目观看之际，雨变成朵朵雪花
沿着看不见的曲线飘下来，
从银灰的栽落变为漫卷、洁白和舒缓。
虽然你也说不准，可总会经过那么一个瞬间，
然后它们肯定是在飞，而不是飘落。
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
霍华德·奈莫罗夫 (Howard Nemerov)
就在你注目观看之际，雨变成朵朵雪花
沿着看不见的曲线飘下来，
从银灰的栽落变为漫卷、洁白和舒缓。
虽然你也说不准，可总会经过那么一个瞬间，
然后它们肯定是在飞，而不是飘落。
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
霍华德·奈莫罗夫 (Howard Nemerov)
