Grapes grow up a difficult and

葡萄在一片難以耕作的坡地上

sloped terrain. A soft line of poplars

生長。一排柔和的白楊

shimmer in the disappearing light.

翻動著即將消失的光。

At midnight, the poor move

午夜，窮人

into the train stations of Italy,

遷進意大利的火車站，

spread out blankets for the children,

為孩子們鋪開毛毯，

and pretend to the police they have tickets

向巡警佯裝買了車票

and are waiting for a train.

正在候車。

The statue of Bacchus is a contrast

而巴克斯的雕像引人注目，

with his right hand holding a shallow but

他右手舉起一盞淺杯但

wine-brimming cup. His left hand

葡萄酒流溢不止。左手

reaches easily into the cornucopia

輕鬆伸進豐饒角，

where grapes ripen and burst open.

它盛載的葡萄圓熟欲裂。

It is a vivid dream: to wake

多麽生動的夢：驚醒

from the statue’s grace and life-force

從那雕像的優雅旺盛

to the suffering in the streets.

到受難的街頭。

But the truth is the cornucopia

事實上，豐饒角

is open to all who are alive,

為所有活著的人打開，

who look and feel the world in

他們以上古之美觀看

its pristine beauty—as a dragonfly

并感受這個世界——當一隻蜻蜓

hovering in the sunlight over clear

懸浮在陽光之下

water; and who feel the world

於清水之上；他們能觸摸到

as a luminous world—as green plankton

世界的光——當綠色的浮游生物

drifting at night in the sea.

在夜的海中漂移。