I think it rains

我想在下雨

That tongues may loosen from the parch

让舌头从焦躁中缓解

Uncleave roof-tops of

不裂开屋顶般的嘴，

the mouth, hang

与消息一起

Heavy with knowledge

沉重地悬垂

I saw it raise

我看见它举起

The sudden cloud, from ashes.

突兀的云，从灰烬里。

Settling

把它们

They joined in a ring of

放进一个灰色

grey; within,

指环中；在里面

The circling spirit.

是环绕的神灵

O it must rain

哦，必须下雨

These closures on the mind, blinding us

这些心灵的闭塞，将我们束缚

In strange despairs, teaching

于奇怪的绝望中，传授着

Purity of sadness.

悲哀的纯洁

And how it beats

而它怎样

Skeined transperencies on wings

在我们欲望的翅膀上，拍打

Of our desires, searing dark longings

绞成一团的透明胶片，在严酷洗礼里

In cruel baptisms.

使阴暗的渴念萎谢

Rain-reeds, practised in

雨的芦苇，练习

The grace of yielding, yet unbending

在屈从的优雅中，却不弯曲

From afar, this, your conjugation with my earth

从远方，你这样配合我的大地

Bares crounching rocks.

裸露出蜷缩着的礁石。