All summer

整个夏天

I wandered the fields

我漫步于田野，

that were thickening

在每个清晨，

every morning,

每一场雨中，

every rainfall,

田野变得深邃

with weeds and blossoms,

充满种子和花，

with the long loops

以及闪烁不定的

of the shimmering, and the extravagant-

耀眼的光环——

pale as flames they rose

如同苍白的火焰，它们升起

and fell back,

又熄灭，

replete and beautiful-

丰盈而美——

that was all there was-

这就是田野的全部——

and I too

而我

once or twice, at least,

至少有一两次，

felt myself rising,

感到自己飞起来了，

my boots

我的鞋子

touching suddenly the tops of the weeds,

突然碰到种子的顶端，

the blue and silky air-

丝绸一般柔滑的蓝色空气——

listen,

听，

passion did it,

它热情地

called me forth,

召唤我，

addled me,

使我迷茫，

stripped me clean

剥去我的外壳

then covered me with the cloth of happiness-

再为我穿上欢乐的衣裳——

I think there is no other prize,

我不再需要什么，

only rapture the gleaming,

只是沉迷于这闪亮的一刻，

rapture the illogical the weightless-

沉迷于这不合逻辑的失重——

whether it be for the perfect shapeliness

它是否是你所爱之物的

of something you love-

完美形式——

like an old German song-

属于一首古老的德国歌曲——

or of someone-

或者某个人——

or the dark floss of the earth itself,

或者就是地球自身的黑色丝线，

heavy and electric.

沉重，带电。

At the edge of sweet sanity open

在可爱心智的边缘，展开

such wild, blind wings.

如此狂野而盲目的翅膀。