Another year gone, leaving everywhere

又一年将尽，处处留下了

its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

气味浓郁的残余：藤蔓，落叶，

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply

吃剩的果实

in the shadows, unmattering back

在阴影中腐烂消融， 

from the particular island

撤离这夏日的

of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

孤岛，这无处可寻的此刻。

except underfoot, moldering

除了腐烂，在脚下， 

in that black subterranean castle

在不可知的

of unobservable mysteries - roots and sealed seeds

黑暗神秘的地下城堡中——根和带壳的种子

and the wanderings of water. This

和水的渗透。当时间的轮盘

I try to remember when time"s measure

艰难地转动，譬如，当秋天

painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

终于闪现，喧闹着，像我们那样渴望

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing

停驻，我试图记住这些——

to stay - how everything lives, shifting

明亮的景物变换更替，在这转瞬即逝的

from one bright vision to another, forever

草场中，万物如何

in these momentary pastures.

进入永恒。