Axes

斧子

After whose stroke the wood rings,

每劈一下，树木就瑽琤鸣响，

And the echoes!

听这回声！

Echoes traveling

回声传得很远

Off from the center like horses.

象骏马，从中心驰开。

The sap

树汁

Wells like tears, like the

眼泪般涌出，好象

Water striving

水努力

To re-establish its mirror

在岩石上

Over the rock

重新架镜。

That drops and turns,

它滴下，旋转

A white skull,

一个白色的颅骨，

Eaten by weedy greens.

被野草的浓绿啮光。

Years later I

多少年之后，我

Encounter them on the road—-

在路上又遇到他们——

Words dry and riderless,

词儿干了，失去骑者，

The indefatigable hoof-taps.

但有永不疲倦的马蹄声。

While

这时候

From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars

许多恒星，从池底上

Govern a life.

控制着一个生命。