The slow, cold breathing.

缓慢而冰冷地呼吸。

Black surf of birds lifting away.

鸟群的黑浪飞离。

The light rising in the water's skin

光从水面升起。

How many times now, on a day like this!

多少次，在这样的日子，

I've entered the celebrations of the reeds.

我参加了芦苇的庆典，

waking by the wren's broken house,

在鹪鹩破烂的房子，

the frosty, burst phallus of the cattail.

香蒲冻裂的茎杆旁醒来。

In the marsh a door slams and slams.

无论我望向何处

Wherever l look

我都看见我童年时代

I see the old men

那些老男人，无妻，半野生，

of my boyhood, wifeless and half-wild,

穿着沾满污渍的帆布外套，像彩虹一样死去

in stained canvas coats, dying like rainbows

从脚往上。

from the feet up.

我正在变成他们。

I am becoming them.