它们从桃花中来

From blossoms comes

被装进棕色的纸袋里

this brown paper bag of peaches

我们从那个男孩手中买下它们

we bought from the boy

当我们转过街角

at the bend in the road where we turned toward

看到标牌上写着“桃子”。

signs painted Peaches.

它们从沉甸甸的枝头，从采摘的双手，

From laden boughs, from hands,

从满溢甜蜜的纸箱里，

from sweet fellowship in the bins,

从路边贩卖的蜂蜜中来，鲜美多汁

comes nectar at the roadside, succulent

我们吃着桃子，也吃着果皮和尘土，

peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,

熟悉的夏天的尘土，我们吃下它们。

comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

哦，吃下里面我们喜欢的一切，

O, to take what we love inside,

在我们的身体里种一座果园，

to carry within us an orchard, to eat

吃下果皮，也吃下树荫，

not only the skin, but the shade,

吃下甜蜜，也吃下岁月，

not only the sugar, but the days, to hold

把果实拿在手中，爱抚它，然后

the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into

一口咬破那极乐的圆。

the round jubilance of peach.

总有一些日子我们活着

There are days we live

仿佛死亡并不存在；从喜乐

as if death were nowhere

到喜乐到喜乐，从翼端到翼端，

in the background; from joy

从花开到花开直到

to joy to joy, from wing to wing,

不可能的花开，直到甜蜜的不可能的花开。

from blossom to blossom to

impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.