整天在雨和沼泽的酸臭中，

Home from Duck Marsh

在燕鸻震动的草丛中，

All day in the rain and sour reek

整天我都在用鸭子的语言说话——尖叫在

of the marsh, in the fluttering grass of killdeer,

荨麻、莼菜、干盐草的喜乐中，

all day I have been speaking

当绿头鸭的绿色闪光飘舞

in the tongues of duck-squalling in joy

在大风中时。

of smartweed, watershield, salt hay,

as the green fash of mallards rode

此刻是晚上，是疲倦，

in the high winds.

是身体的重量渐深为雨池，

为鸟儿清澈的黑眼睛。

It is evening now, it is weariness.

我周围的城市正在为夜添柴

it is the weight of the body deepening

熔炉们歌颂着死亡

into pools of rain.

直到老年人被它击昏

into the clear dark eyes of birds.

而年轻人，在他们堆积的声音祭坛前，

Around me the cities are stoking up forthe night, the furnaces singing of death

像堪萨斯荒原上的电线一样嗡嗡作响。

until the old are stunned with it

and the young, before their banked altars of sound.

但此刻是晚上，是疲倦。

hum like wires in the wastes of Kansas.

麻鸦最后一次降落

白鹭在那丛高草里封闭了它的洁白。

But it is evening now, it is weariness

在这座寂静的雨屋里

The bittern descends for the last time

我是地上最后一个神志清醒的人，

and the egret closes its whiteness in the tall grass.

睡眠落在我的额头

And in this quiet house of rain

像一顶巨大的王冠。

I am the last sane man on earth

sleep settling on my brow

like a great crown.