Nothing bestial or human remains

所有經我們捶打、分割並焊接的

in all the brass and tin

銅和錫

that we strike and break and weld.

都不再有獸性或人性。

Nothing of the hand-warmed stone

不再有，石頭經手的溫度

made flesh, of the poured heat

做成肉體，傾注的熱

filling breast, belly, and thigh.

填滿乳房、肚腹和大腿。

The craft of an old affection

這出自古老情感的手藝

that called by name the lion shape

被稱為黑夜的

of night, gave rain its body

獅子化身，讓雨具有形體

and the wind its mouth—the owl

風開口說話——貓頭鷹

in the mask of the dreamer,

在做夢人的面具裏，

one of the animal stones asleep…

一隻石獸在沉睡……

By tinker and by cutting torch

通過敲打和割炬

reduced to a fist of slag,

消縮成一塊熔渣，

to a knot of rust on a face of chrome.

鉻表面的一個鏽疙瘩。

So, black dust of the grinding wheels,

於是，磨砂輪產生黑色粉末，

bright and sinewy curl of metal

明亮而剛勁的金屬刨花

fallen beneath the lathe:

掉在車床底下：

Speak for these people of drawn wire

替這些拉製鋼絲人說話吧

striding toward each other

他們大步邁向彼此

over a swept square of bronze.

在一塊掃淨的青銅上方。

For them the silence is loud

對他們而言，沉默太刺耳，

and the sunlight is strong.

陽光太強烈。

No matter how far they walk

無論他們走出多遠

they will never be closer.

始終無法彼此接近。