There is always a little wind

总是有一些风

in a country cemetery,

在乡间墓地里，

even on days when the air stands

即使在空气像田里的谷仓一样

still as a barn in the fields.

默立的日子里。

You can see the old cedars,

你能看见那些古老的雪松，

stringy and tough as maiden aunts,

结实坚韧像未婚的姑姑们，

taking the little gusts of wind

卷起小阵小阵的风，

in their aprons like sheaves of wheat,

在它们的围裙里仿佛麦捆，

and hear above you the warm

听见在你的头顶上那温暖

and regular sweep of wheat being cut

而有规律的小麦被割下

and gathered, the wagons creaking,

和聚拢的席卷声，马车的嘎吱声，

the young men breathing at their work.

年轻人劳作时呼吸的声音。