白色紫罗兰

The white violet

香在花茎

is scented on its stalk,

海洋紫罗兰

the sea-violet

脆如玛瑙

fragile as agate,

躺在沙滩上的碎贝壳上

lies fronting all the wind

直面一切海风

among the torn shells

on the sand-bank.

更大的蓝色紫罗兰

在山上飘扬

The greater blue violets

但谁会为之而改变

flutter on the hill,

谁会为之而改变？

but who would change for these

白花的根会吗？

who would change for these

one root of the white sort?

紫罗兰

你抓不紧

Violet

沙岗的边缘

your grasp is frail

但是你抓住了光——

on the edge of the sand-hill,

冰霜，恒星边缘渐近的冕焰

but you catch the light—

frost, a star edges with its fire.