缓慢而冰冷地呼吸。

The slow, cold breathing.

鸟群的黑浪飞离。

Black surf of birds lifting away.

光从水面升起。

The light rising in the water's skin

多少次，在这样的日子，

How many times now, on a day like this!

我参加了芦苇的庆典，

I've entered the celebrations of the reeds.

在鹪鹩破烂的房子，

waking by the wren's broken house,

香蒲冻裂的茎杆旁醒来。

the frosty, burst phallus of the cattail.

无论我望向何处

In the marsh a door slams and slams.

我都看见我童年时代

Wherever l look

那些老男人，无妻，半野生，

I see the old men

穿着沾满污渍的帆布外套，像彩虹一样死去

of my boyhood, wifeless and half-wild,

从脚往上。

in stained canvas coats, dying like rainbows

我正在变成他们。

from the feet up.

I am becoming them.