所有經我們捶打、分割並焊接的

Nothing bestial or human remains

銅和錫

in all the brass and tin

都不再有獸性或人性。

that we strike and break and weld.

不再有，石頭經手的溫度

Nothing of the hand-warmed stone

做成肉體，傾注的熱

made flesh, of the poured heat

填滿乳房、肚腹和大腿。

filling breast, belly, and thigh.

這出自古老情感的手藝

The craft of an old affection

被稱為黑夜的

that called by name the lion shape

獅子化身，讓雨具有形體

of night, gave rain its body

風開口說話——貓頭鷹

and the wind its mouth—the owl

在做夢人的面具裏，

in the mask of the dreamer,

一隻石獸在沉睡……

one of the animal stones asleep…

通過敲打和割炬

By tinker and by cutting torch

消縮成一塊熔渣，

reduced to a fist of slag,

鉻表面的一個鏽疙瘩。

to a knot of rust on a face of chrome.

於是，磨砂輪產生黑色粉末，

So, black dust of the grinding wheels,

明亮而剛勁的金屬刨花

bright and sinewy curl of metal

掉在車床底下：

fallen beneath the lathe:

替這些拉製鋼絲人說話吧

Speak for these people of drawn wire

他們大步邁向彼此

striding toward each other

在一塊掃淨的青銅上方。

over a swept square of bronze.

對他們而言，沉默太刺耳，

For them the silence is loud

陽光太強烈。

and the sunlight is strong.

無論他們走出多遠

No matter how far they walk

始終無法彼此接近。

they will never be closer.