木匠在刨花裏砍出他的臉而

The carpenter’s face as he chisels amid woodshavings,

鐵匠在鐮刀和麥稈間彎腰藏著。

the blacksmith stooped behind wheatstalks and scythes.

白髮老婦在破舊的織機上

At her unsteady treadle, the white-haired woman

織出窈窕的腰身和花朵的大紅。

weaves slender waistlines, scarlet blooms.

在鄉間，一株白楊就是

A single country poplar

一股升起的炊煙，為了讓

just a rising thread of cooksmoke

晚歸的羊群遠遠看見。

homecoming sheep see far off.

我寫著單純的詩句，沿著

I write simple lines, beside

筆直的田畦，一溜剛播下的麥種

perfectly straight acres, this row of wheat shoots

領著我渾身碧綠地閃出

tugging my whole body green, a jolt

感覺的無線電。

of voltage, no wires.