当红尾鸟

Something

巨大的翅膀拍打水面，

just now

然后，飞上嶙峋的

moved through my heart

灰色岩壁，

like the thinnest of blades

是什么

as that red-tail pumped

正

once with its great wings

穿透我的心，

and flew above the gray, cracked

如同最薄的刀片。

rock wall.

它无关于

It wasn"t

鸟，而是关于

about the bird, it was

石头

something about the way

沉默，并促使

stone stays

某种事物

mute and put, whatever

一闪而过的方式。

goes flashing by.

有时

Sometimes,

当我这样安静地坐着，

when I sit like this, quiet,

我生命的全部梦想

all the dreams of my blood

和全部非凡的时刻，

and all outrageous divisions of time

似乎要离开，

seem ready to leave,

从我身上溜出去。

to slide out of me.

于是，我想象，我将不再移动。

Then, I imagine, I would never move.

此时，

By now

鹰至少已飞了

the hawk has flown five miles

五英里，

at least,

无论谁偶然抬头去看

dazzling whoever else has happened

都会头昏眼花。

to look up.

我感到晕眩。但那

I was dazzled. But that

不是刀。

wasn"t the knife.

它是陡峭、盲目而厚实的

It was the sheer, dense wall

石头墙，

of blind stone

不含一点希望，

without a pinch of hope

或者一个未满足的欲望，

or a single unfulfilled desire

海绵般吸收并反射着

sponging up and reflecting,

太阳之火，

so brilliantly,

它如此明亮，

as it has for centuries,

仿佛已存在了几个世纪。

the sun"s fire.