Scarcely a street, too few houses

几无街道，房屋稀缺得

To merit the title; just a way between

不足提起；单单一条小路

The one tavern and the one shop

在唯一的酒馆和唯一的商店之间

That leads nowhere and fails at the top

并不通往哪里，消隐在低矮的

Of the short hill, eaten away

山岗上，被吞没于

By long erosion of the green tide

长期侵蚀的绿色潮水，

Of grass creeping perpetually nearer

那是不断蔓延的荒草，渐近

This last outpost of time past.

这过往时光的最后据点。

So little happens; the black dog

几无微澜；黑狗

Cracking his fleas in the hot sun

在炎日下捏爆身上的跳蚤

Is history. Yet the girl who crosses

就是史记。倒是那挨门串户的

From door to door moves to a scale

女孩，在平淡日子的两维外

Beyond the bland day's two dimensions.

步入了一个新刻度。

Stay, then, village, for round you spins

就这样吧，乡村，因为环绕你

On a slow axis a world as vast

在缓慢的轴上转动着一个如此辽阔

And meaningful as any posed

而富有意义的世界，仿佛任凭

By great Plato's solitary mind.

伟大的柏拉图那孤独的心灵去构建。