A process in the weather of the heart

心的气候进程

Turns damp to dry; the golden shot

由潮变干；金色的炮弹

Storms in the freezing tomb.

在冰封的墓穴里怒吼。

A weather in the quarter of the veins

四分之一血脉里的气候

Turns night to day; blood in their suns

变黑夜为白昼；太阳下的血

Lights up the living worm.

点燃活生生的蠕虫。

A process in the eye forwarns

眼中的进程

The bones of blindness; and the womb

预警盲目的骨头；而子宫

Drives in a death as life leaks out.

随生命脱泄而驶入死亡。

A darkness in the weather of the eye

眼中气候里的黑暗

Is half its light; the fathomed sea

一半是光；深深的海洋

Breaks on unangled land.

拍打棱角光滑的堤岸。

The seed that makes a forest of the loin

种子在耻骨区，打造一片森林

Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,

叉开一半的果实；另一半坠落，

Slow in a sleeping wind.

顺沉睡的风缓缓而落。

A weather in the flesh and bone

肉体和骨骼里的气候

Is damp and dry; the quick and dead

又潮又干；生者和死者

Move like two ghosts before the eye.

像两个幽灵在眼前游荡。

A process in the weather of the world

世界的气候进程

Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child

变幽灵为幽灵；每位受宠的孩子

Sits in their double shade.

坐在双重的阴影里。

A process blows the moon into the sun,

月光吹入阳光的进程，

Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;

扯下了皮肤那褴褛的帘幕；

And the heart gives up its dead.

而心放弃死亡。