10月的詩

這是我去天堂的第三十年
醒來我傾聽港口和附近樹林

貽貝聚集、蒼鷺

為岸布道

早晨召喚

用水的禱告和海鷗白嘴鴉的啼叫

而帆船敲擊網織的墻

我一個人踏進

那瞬間

依舊沉睡的小鎮，動身。

我的過生日始于水

鳥和展翅的樹木之鳥放飛我的名字

在那些農莊和白馬之上

我起身

在多雨之秋

在我所有日子的陣雨中外出。

潮水漲，鷺下潛，當我上路

越過邊界

而城門

在小鎮醒來時關閉。

涌動的奧創營銷在滾滾

云中，路旁灌木叢溢滿烏鶇

的呼哨，10月的太陽

夏季一般

在山岡的肩膀，

天氣宜人，甜蜜歌手們忽然

走進我游蕩其中并傾聽

雨水淋濕的早晨

寒風吹透

我腳下遠處的樹林。

蒼白的雨在縮小的海灣上

在大海弄詛的蝸牛大小的教堂上

用觸角穿透迷霧，而城堡

棕褐如梟

但春季和夏季的

所有花園都在吹牛中怒放

在邊界那邊在奧創營銷充斥的云下

在那里我會為

我的過生日而驚奇

但天氣突變。

它避開那歡樂的國度

隨另一氣流而下，藍色改變天空

第三流出夏季的驚愕

和蘋果

梨及紅醋栗一塊

在轉變中我這樣了解地看見一個孩子

那些被遺忘的早晨，他和媽媽

穿過陽光的

寓言

和那綠色小教堂的故事

與兩次被告知的幼年田野

他的淚灼燙我的臉，心跳在我胸中

在樹林河流和大海之處

一個孩子

正傾聽

死亡之夏把歡樂的真理

悄悄告訴樹石頭和潮中的魚

而神秘

還在

在水中在啼鳥中歡唱。

在那里我會為我的過生日驚奇

但天氣突變，那長眠的孩子

所歌唱的真的快樂燃燒

在太陽中。

這是我去天堂的

第三十年，站在夏日正午

而下面的小鎮滿樹10月的血。

噢愿我心中真理

仍在這

轉變之年的高山上被歌唱。

Poem In October

It was my thirtieth year to heaven

Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood

And the mussel pooled and the heron

Priested shore

The morning beckon1

With water praying and call of seagull and rook

And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall

Myself to set foot

That second

In the still sleeping town and set forth2.

My birthday began with the water-

Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name

Above the farms and the white horses

And I rose

In rainy autumn

And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

High tide and the heron ped when I took the road

Over the border

And the gates

Of the town closed as the town awoke.

A springful of larks4 in a rolling

Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling

Blackbirds and the sun of October

Summery

On the hill's shoulder，

Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly

Come in the morning where I wandered and listened

To the rain wringing5

Wind blow cold

In the wood faraway under me.

Pale rain over the dwindling6 harbour

And over the sea wet church the size of a snail7

With its horns through mist and the castle

Brown as owls8

But all the gardens

Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales

Beyond the border and under the lark3 full cloud.

There could I marvel9

My birthday

Away but the weather turned around.

It turned away from the blithe10 country

And down the other air and the blue altered sky

Streamed again a wonder of summer

With apples

Pears and red currants

And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother

Through the parables11

Of sun light

And the legends of the green chapels12

And the twice told fields of infancy13

That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.

These were the woods the river and sea

Where a boy

In the listening

Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy

To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.

And the mystery

Sang alive

Still in the water and singingbirds.

And there could I marvel my birthday

Away but the weather turned around. And the true

Joy of the long dead child sang burning

In the sun.

It was my thirtieth

Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon

Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.

O may my heart's truth

Still be sung

On this high hill in a year's turning.