Scarcely a street, too few houses

谈不上街道，房子太少了，

To merit the title; just a way between

只有一条小道

The one tavern and the one shop

从唯一的酒店到唯一的铺子，

That leads nowhere and fails at the top

再不前进，消失在山顶，

Of the short hill, eaten away

山也不高，侵蚀着它的

By long erosion of the green tide

是多年积累的绿色波涛，

Of grass creeping perpetually nearer

草不断生长，越来越接近

This last outpost of time past.

这过去时间的最后据点。

So little happens; the black dog

很少发生什么；一条黑狗

Cracking his fleas in the hot sun

在阳光里咬跳蚤就算是

Is history. Yet the girl who crosses

历史大事。倒是有姑娘

From door to door moves to a scale

挨门走过，她那速度

Beyond the bland day's two dimensions.

超过这平淡日子两重尺寸。

Stay, then, village, for round you spins

那么停住吧，村子，因为围绕着你

On a slow axis a world as vast

慢慢转动着一整个世界，

And meaningful as any posed

辽阔而富于意义，不亚于伟大的

By great Plato's solitary mind.

柏拉图孤寂心灵的任何构想。