I love to stay in bed

整个清晨，我喜欢

All morning,

躺在床上

Covers thrown off, naked,

蹬掉被子，赤裸着

Eyes closed, listening.

双眼紧闭，倾听。

Outside they are opening

外面，他们

Their primers

在玉米地中的

In the little school

小学里，正打开

Of the corn field.

识字课本。

There's a smell of damp hay,

有一股从湿草、马、懒惰

Of horses, laziness,

和夏日的天空

Summer sky and eternal life.

及无尽的生命中散发出的味道。

I know all the dark places

我知道所有那些

Where the sun hasn't reached yet,

阳光还没照到的地方，

Where the last cricket

最后的蟋蟀

Has just hushed; anthills

刚刚安静；蚂蚁堆里

Where it sounds like it's raining;

听起来像是在下雨，

Slumbering spiders spinning wedding dresses.

睡梦中的蜘蛛正纺着婚纱。

I pass over the farmhouses

我不经意地掠过农舍

Where the little mouths open to suck,

那儿，小小的嘴巴张开想要去吮吸，

Barnyards where a man, naked to the waist,

院子里一个男人裸露着上身

Washes his face and shoulders with a hose,

用水管去冲洗脸和肩膀，

Where the dishes begin to rattle in the kitchen.

碟子在厨房里开始咔咔作响。

The good tree with its voice

优质的树木带着

Of a mountain stream

山涧的溪水声

Knows my steps.

分辨出我的脚步。

It, too, hushes.

它，同样，悄无声息。

I stop and listen:

我停住，倾听：

Somewhere close by

附近，一块石头

A stone cracks a knuckle,

爆裂出一小块关节，

Another rolls over in its sleep.

另一块在它的睡梦中滚过。

I hear a butterfly stirring

我听见一只蝴蝶

Inside a caterpillar,

在一条毛毛虫的体内搅拌，

I hear the dust talking

我听见尘土谈论

Of last night's storm.

昨晚的风暴。

再往前，某人

Further ahead, someone

甚至更加沉默，

Even more silent

掠过草地

Passes over the grass

而没有弯下腰来。

Without bending it.

一切都突如其来！

And all of a sudden!

在寂静的中间，

In the midst of that quiet,

在这个地球上

It seems possible

似乎

To live simply on this earth.

也有可能活得简单。