Clownlike, happiest on your hands,

小丑般的，乐极了两手趴着，

Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,

双脚向星星，头如月亮，

Gilled like a fish. A common-sense

脸腮如鱼。很自然地

Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.

无意与绝种的巨鸟为伍。

Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,

线轴似的将自己裹起来，

Trawling your dark as owls do.

猫头鹰般拖曳着你的黑暗。

Mute as a turnip from the Fourth

沉默如萝卜，从七月四日

Of July to All Fools’ Day,

国庆节直到愚人节。

O high-riser, my little loaf.

噢，隆起来了，我的小面包。

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.

朦胧如雾，又像邮件般被期盼着。

Farther off than Australia.

比澳大利亚还要遥远。

Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.

驼背的阿特拉斯，四处游历的斑节虾。

Snug as a bud and at home

舒适小巧如蓓蕾，自在如腌菜罐里的小鲱鱼。

Like a sprat in a pickle jug.

一篓鳗鱼，满是涟漪。

A creel of eels, all ripples.

跃动如墨西哥跳豆。

Jumpy as a Mexican bean.

正确，一如运算无误的总数。

Right, like a well-done sum.

一块洁净的石板，映着你自己的脸庞。

A clean slate, with your own face on.