Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily

想想那紧张地逡巡在天空的风暴

like a dog looking for a place to sleep in,

就像一只狗在找地方睡下，

listen to it growling.

你听它那隆隆的呼噜声。

Think how they must look now, the mangrove keys

想想那红树泥岛群

lying out there unresponsive to the lightning

现在应该是什么样子，

in dark, coarse-fibred families,

对闪电无动于衷，躺在

黑暗中，这粗纤维的家族，

where occasionally a heron may undo his head,

shake up his feathers, make an uncertain comment

在那里一只苍鹭时时缩回它的脑袋，

when the surrounding water shines.

把羽毛晃得竖起来，发出模棱两可的评论，

当周围的水面闪光时。

Think of the boulevard and the little palm trees

all stuck in rows, suddenly revealed

想想那林萌路上小小的棕榈，

as fistfuls of limp fish-skeletons.

被卡在行列里，在闪电中突然现身，

就像柔弱的鱼骨。

It is raining there. The boulevard

and its broken sidewalks with weeds in every crack,

下雨了。林萌路，

are relieved to be wet, the sea to be freshened.

和每个裂缝都长着杂草的人行道，

在那水，在那“重新来过”的海中，如释重负。

Now the storm goes away again in a series

of small, badly lit battle-scenes,

现在那场风暴又走远了，在一系列

each in "Another part of the field."

小小的，照明恶劣的战斗场面中，

每场战斗都发生在“战场的其他部分”。

Think of someone sleeping in the bottom of a row-boat

tied to a mangrove root or the pile of a bridge;

想想有个人睡在一艘划艇的底部

think of him as uninjured, barely disturbed.

系在红树根或者桥桩上；

想想他没有受到伤害，甚至惊扰

也无需提及。