On winter’s margin, see the small birds now

在冬天的边缘，看见小鸟，此刻

With half-forged memories come flocking home

携带着半真半幻的记忆蜂拥而回，

To gardens famous for their charity.

回到以仁慈著称的花园。

The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veins

绿色的地球一片荒凉；藤蔓彼此纠结着，

Hang at the entrance to the silent wood.

悬挂在树林沉默的入口。

With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs;

带着半块面包，我就是面包屑王子；

By snow’s down, the birds amassed will sing

当雪开始飘落，鸟云集着歌唱，

Like children for their sire to walk abroad!

像孩子们为他们的陛下走到户外！

But what I love, is the gray stubborn hawk

但我所钟爱的，是倔强的灰鹰，

Who floats alone beyond the frozen vines;

它独自停歇在结满冰霜的藤上；

And what I dream of are the patient deer

我所梦想的是隐忍的鹿，

Who stand on legs like reeds and drink that wind; -

它的腿像芦苇一样，迎风而立；——

They are what saves the world: who choose to grow

它们是这个世界的拯救者：宁愿长得清瘦，

Thin to a starting point beyond this squalor.

以此作为超越贫困的起点。