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If half of me is skewered

如果我的一半身体

by grey crested birds

被灰冠鸟串起

in the middle of the vines of my promise

在我所许诺的藤蔓中间

and the very fact that I'm a poet

而真正的事实就是我是一个诗人

suffers my eyes

忍受着我的双眼

to be filled with vermilion tears

充满朱红的泪水，

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how much greater danger

有多少更严重的危险

from occasion and pain is my vitality

是出于巧合而痛苦正是我的生命力

yielding like a tree on fire!--

在屈服，如同一株树在燃烧！——

for every day is another view

因为每一天都是另一种眼光

of the tentative past

打量着试探性的过去

grown secure in its foundry of shimmering

在当天的光亮铸件中逐渐牢固

that's not even historical;it's just me.

这根本与历史无关；这就是我。

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And the other half

而那另外一半

of me where I master the root

的我我在那里控制着根本

of my every idiosyncrasy

的我的每一个癖性

and fit my ribs like a glove

并适应我的肋骨如同一只手套，

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is that me who accepts betrayal

我是不是那人接受了背叛

in the abstract as if it were insight?

在抽象中把它当成是洞察力？

and draws its knuckles

并要拖着它的关节

across the much-lined eyes

横过much-lined(？)的眼睛

in the most knowing manner of our time?

按照我们时代最为人所知的方式？

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The wind that smiles through the wires

一阵风把笑声从电话传来

isn't vague enough for an assertion

这还不够含糊还不足以断言

of a personal nature it's not for me

一个人的本质，它不适用于我，

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I'm not dead. Nothing remains let alone "to be said "

我没有死。什么也没有剩余，更别提“拿来谈谈，”

except that when I fall backwards

只要我还没有向后倒下

I am trying something new and shall succeed as in the past.

我在尝试一些新的东西并且将会成功，就像过去一样。