因為你問及散文與詩之間的分界

by 霍華德·奈莫洛夫

當你注視到，麻雀覓食，冷雨細細
它又化作雪花片片
隨著不可見的降溫坡度
從銀灰斜線，轉變為任意，潔白，舒漫。

這就是那麽一個瞬間，你不能辨別。
澄然地，它們是飛舞，而不是下墜。

（微笑 譯）

Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry

Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.

There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

（HOWARD NEMEROV，1920-1991）