The snail pushes through a green

蜗牛在绿色的夜中

night, for the grass is heavy

推进，积水的草叶

with water and meets over

沉重，低垂在蜗牛走出的

the bright path he makes, where rain

光亮之路上，雨

has darkened the earth’s dark. He

让周围黑暗的土地更加黑暗。他

moves in a wood of desire,

在一片欲念的森林里行走，

pale antlers barely stirring

在他狩猎时

as he hunts. I cannot tell

他灰白的犄角只是微微颤动。我

what power is at work, drenched there

不知道什么样的能量在此运作，让他

with purpose, knowing nothing.

在无知无觉中，让液体浸透自己的目标。

What is a snail’s fury? All

什么是蜗牛的狂暴？我只能想到

I think is that if later

如果未来

I parted the blades above

我拔开隧道上面的

the tunnel and saw the thin

草叶，看到细细的

trail of broken white across

轨迹上面破碎的

litter, I would never have

白色斑点，我可能无法想像

imagined the slow passion

那深思熟虑的过程

to that deliberate progress.

和那缓慢的激情。