It’s amazing

太神奇了

the day is still here

这日子依然在这里

like lightning on an open field,

就像旷野上的闪电，

terra firma and transient

陆地与候鸟

swimming in variation,

换着姿势游泳

fresh as when man first broke

新鲜一如人类初生

like the crocus all over the earth.

像遍布大地的番红花。

From a train, we saw cows

在火车上，我们看见奶牛

strung out on a hill

散布在一座小山的

at differing heights,

不同高度，

one sex, one herd,

一个性别，一个畜群，

replicas in hierarchy —

层次分明的复制品——

the sun had turned

阳光让它们变得

them noonday bright.

正午般明亮。

They were child’s daubs in a book

它们是孩子在一本书里的涂鸦，

I read before I could read.

我在识字之前读过。

They fly by like a train window:

它们飞驰而过，如火车窗户：

flash-in-the-pan moments

伟大日子里

of the Great Day,

那些昙花一现的瞬间，

the dies illa,

那一日，

when we lived momently

那时我们短暂生活

together forever

在一起，永远

in love with our nature —

爱着我们的本性——

as if in the end,

仿佛终结之时，

in the marriage with nothingness,

在与虚无的婚姻中，

we could ever escape

我们可以永远逃离，

being absolutely safe.

获得绝对的安全。