几无街道，房屋稀缺得

Scarcely a street, too few houses

不足提起；单单一条小路

To merit the title; just a way between

在唯一的酒馆和唯一的商店之间

The one tavern and the one shop

并不通往哪里，消隐在低矮的

That leads nowhere and fails at the top

山岗上，被吞没于

Of the short hill, eaten away

长期侵蚀的绿色潮水，

By long erosion of the green tide

那是不断蔓延的荒草，渐近

Of grass creeping perpetually nearer

这过往时光的最后据点。

This last outpost of time past.

几无微澜；黑狗

So little happens; the black dog

在炎日下捏爆身上的跳蚤

Cracking his fleas in the hot sun

就是史记。倒是那挨门串户的

Is history. Yet the girl who crosses

女孩，在平淡日子的两维外

From door to door moves to a scale

步入了一个新刻度。

Beyond the bland day's two dimensions.

就这样吧，乡村，因为环绕你

Stay, then, village, for round you spins

在缓慢的轴上转动着一个如此辽阔

On a slow axis a world as vast

而富有意义的世界，仿佛任凭

And meaningful as any posed

伟大的柏拉图那孤独的心灵去构建。

By great Plato's solitary mind.