Poor Nietzsche in Turin, eating sausage his mother

可怜的尼采在都灵，吃着妈妈从巴塞尔

Mails to him from Basel. A rented room,

寄给他的腊肠。租住的房间，

A small square window framing August clouds

一面小方窗框着山脉之上

Above the mountain. Brooding on the form

八月的云。沉思默想

Of things: the dangling spur

事物的形式：那摇晃着的一根

Of an Alpine columbine, winter-tortured trunks

阿尔卑斯耧斗菜的短枝，夏日阳光里

Of cedar in the summer sun, the warp in the aspen’s trunk

曾饱受冬天摧残的雪松树干，歪斜的山杨树干

Where it torqued up through the snowpack.

它穿过积雪场扭曲挣扎着向上。

“Every where the wasteland grows; woe

“到处荒原生长；悲哀

To him whose wasteland is within.”

他的荒原在内心。”

Dying of syphilis. Trimming a luxuriant mustache.

濒死于梅毒。修剪蓬乱的胡须。

In love with the opera of Bizet.

热爱比才的歌剧。