太神奇了

It’s amazing

这日子依然在这里

the day is still here

就像旷野上的闪电，

like lightning on an open field,

陆地与候鸟

terra firma and transient

换着姿势游泳

swimming in variation,

新鲜一如人类初生

fresh as when man first broke

像遍布大地的番红花。

like the crocus all over the earth.

在火车上，我们看见奶牛

From a train, we saw cows

散布在一座小山的

strung out on a hill

不同高度，

at differing heights,

一个性别，一个畜群，

one sex, one herd,

层次分明的复制品——

replicas in hierarchy —

阳光让它们变得

the sun had turned

正午般明亮。

them noonday bright.

它们是孩子在一本书里的涂鸦，

They were child’s daubs in a book

我在识字之前读过。

I read before I could read.

它们飞驰而过，如火车窗户：

They fly by like a train window:

伟大日子里

flash-in-the-pan moments

那些昙花一现的瞬间，

of the Great Day,

那一日，

the dies illa,

那时我们短暂生活

when we lived momently

在一起，永远

together forever

in love with our nature —

爱着我们的本性——

仿佛终结之时，

as if in the end,

在与虚无的婚姻中，

in the marriage with nothingness,

我们可以永远逃离，

we could ever escape

获得绝对的安全。

being absolutely safe.