到正午时我们清扫

We finished clearing the last

完了最后一段路，

Section of trail by noon,

在高耸的山岭边

High on the ridge-side

在溪流上面两千英尺

Two thousand feet above the creek

到达山隘，越过

Reached the pass, went on

白色松林，花岗岩肩头，

Beyond the white pine groves,

继续前行到一片

Granite shoulders, to a small

雪水浇灌的绿色小牧场，

Green meadow watered by the snow,

边沿长满白杨－－高高的

Edged with Aspen—sun

太阳强烈地直射下来

Straight high and blazing

然而空气却凉爽。

But the air was cool.

在颤抖的影子中吃一条

Ate a cold fried trout in the

冷冷的煎鳟鱼。我窥视

Trembling shadows. I spied

一道闪亮，发现一块

A glitter, and found a flake

黑色火山玻璃石－－黑曜岩－－

Black volcanic glass—obsidian—

在一朵花旁边。手与膝

By a flower. Hands and knees

推动着丝兰，千万个

Pushing the Bear grass, thousands

箭头的残余

Of arrowhead leavings over a

在一百码外。没有一个

Hundred yards. Not one good

好箭头，仅仅是在一座除了夏天

Head, just razor flakes

就总是下雪的山岗上的剃刀片，

On a hill snowed all but summer,

夏天的肥胖的鹿子之地，

A land of fat summer deer,

它们前来扎营。在它们

They came to camp. On their

自己的足迹上。我跟随我自己的

Own trails. I followed my own

足迹来到这里。拾起冷冷的钻头，

Trail here. Picked up the cold-drill,

鹤咀锄，短柄锤，和

Pick, singlejack, and sack

炸药袋。

Of dynamite.

一万年。

Ten thousand years.