by羅伯特佩恩沃倫
 

我從溪邊提水歸來，穿過有落基山背景的牧場，
暮色裏僅孤零零一隻鳥鳴叫，身份不明；
而我如此靜立，頭頂的天空，與水桶裏的天空一般寂靜。
 
歲月流逝，所有地方和麵孔都褪去，一些人已謝世，
而我仍站於一片遙遠之地，夜晚寧靜，我終於確定
我錯過更多的是鳥鳴的寧靜，而不是某些稍後會失敗的事情。

（微笑 譯）

Ornithology in a World of Flux
by Robert Penn Warren
 
It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture;
But I stood so still sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water.
 
Years pass, all places and faces fade,some people have died,
And I stand in a far land, the evening still, and am at last sure
That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things that were to fail later.