乳草

A Milkweed

像天使一样无名

Anonymous as cherubs

飞翔在上帝的摇篮上，

Over the crib of God,

白色的种籽漂浮

White seeds are floating

自我爆裂的荚壳。

Out of my burst pod.

在我学会屈服之前

What power had I

我有什么力量？

Before I learned to yield?

吹散我，大风：

Shatter me, great wind:

我将拥有田野。

I shall possess the field

石头

A Stone

像牛粪一样偶然

As casual as cow-dung

遗落在上帝的牛棚下，

Under the crib of God,

我躺在命运拥有我的地方，

I lie where chance would have me,

直到耳根埋进土壤。

Up to the ears in sod.

我为什么要挪动？挪动

Why should I move? To move

源于轻薄的愿望。

Befits a light desire.

天堂的基石将会坍塌，

The sill of heaven would founder,

假如我如此渴望。

Did such as I aspire.