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Something was pouring out. Filling the field
and making it vacant. A wind blowing them
sideways as they moved forward. The crying
as before. Suddenly I understood why they left
the empty bowls on the table, in the empty hut
overlooking the sea. And knew the meaning
of the heron breaking branches, spreading
his wings in order to rise up out of the dark
woods into the night sky. I understood about
the lovers and the river in January.
Heard the crying out as a battlement,
of greatness, and then the dying begin.
The height of passion. Saw the breaking
of the moon and shattering of the sun. Believed
in the miracle because of the half heard
and the other half seen. How they ranged
and how they fed. Let loose their cries.
One could call it the agony in the garden
or the paradise, depending on whether
the joy was at the beginning, or after.
有东西倾泻而出,充满田野
又随之留下空旷。在他们前行的时候
一阵风将其吹开。又是那叫声
一如既往。忽然我明白,他们为何
在饭桌上留下空碗,留在那空空的,
朝海的小屋中。我也懂得,为何
苍鹭要冲出枝巢,展开翅膀,
飞离黑暗的树林,冲入夜空。
我也理解一月的情侣和一月的河流。
听那叫声,像雄伟的堡垒,
继而,死亡来临。
至高的激情。
看那日月,渐渐支离破碎。
相信奇迹,因为一半是耳闻,一半是目睹。
他们如何排成行,
又怎么养活自己。任其放声呐喊吧。
你可以说那是花园中的苦痛,也可以说是天堂里的煎熬,
这要看欢乐是出自一开始,还是收场于终了。
and making it vacant. A wind blowing them
sideways as they moved forward. The crying
as before. Suddenly I understood why they left
the empty bowls on the table, in the empty hut
overlooking the sea. And knew the meaning
of the heron breaking branches, spreading
his wings in order to rise up out of the dark
woods into the night sky. I understood about
the lovers and the river in January.
Heard the crying out as a battlement,
of greatness, and then the dying begin.
The height of passion. Saw the breaking
of the moon and shattering of the sun. Believed
in the miracle because of the half heard
and the other half seen. How they ranged
and how they fed. Let loose their cries.
One could call it the agony in the garden
or the paradise, depending on whether
the joy was at the beginning, or after.
有东西倾泻而出,充满田野
又随之留下空旷。在他们前行的时候
一阵风将其吹开。又是那叫声
一如既往。忽然我明白,他们为何
在饭桌上留下空碗,留在那空空的,
朝海的小屋中。我也懂得,为何
苍鹭要冲出枝巢,展开翅膀,
飞离黑暗的树林,冲入夜空。
我也理解一月的情侣和一月的河流。
听那叫声,像雄伟的堡垒,
继而,死亡来临。
至高的激情。
看那日月,渐渐支离破碎。
相信奇迹,因为一半是耳闻,一半是目睹。
他们如何排成行,
又怎么养活自己。任其放声呐喊吧。
你可以说那是花园中的苦痛,也可以说是天堂里的煎熬,
这要看欢乐是出自一开始,还是收场于终了。