這是無聲的柏樹

這是無聲的柏樹

 

草坪上的柏樹無聲無響：

它傾聽，傾聽。 高樹不再能

傾聽。 月亮凝視池塘平靜

你不停地歌唱。

 

星星施法的歌從天而降

沿著聲音之階走過草坪，

白飛鏢落在地麵的陰影；

且你整夜歌唱。

 

我的夢是花而你是蜜蜂

一整夜我都在聽，我的腦

接收您的歌； 然後又忘掉

在月下的草坪。

 

聲音如大理石高大白淨，

然後像薄霧繚繞天堂中，

現在是熊熊火，然後像冰，

綻開，到了黎明。
 

Here is the soundless cypress on the...

Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn:

It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond

Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond

Stares. And you sing, you sing.

 

That star-enchanted song falls through the air

From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound,

Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground;

And all the night you sing.

 

My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee

As all night long I listen, and my brain

Receives your song; then loses it again

In moonlight on the lawn.

 

Now is your voice a marble high and white,

Then like a mist on fields of paradise,

Now is a raging fire, then is like ice,

Then breaks, and it is dawn.