九月
我们坐到很晚，注视着黑暗慢慢摊开：
没用钟表计过时。
当重复接吻，张开怀抱
没人能说出时间在哪里。
现在已是仲夏：悬挂的树叶硕大而平静：
眼睛后面的一颗星辰，
袖口丝绸之下的一汪海，说
时间在不可知的地方。
我们站立着；叶子不曾记录这个夏天。
此刻不需要钟表
告诉我们只拥有记忆：
时间和我们的头颅一起怒吼
就像愚蠢的暴民当政时
不幸的国王与王后的脑袋；
树木悄悄地把它们的花冠
抛进水塘。
September (1957)
We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the arms hold
There is no telling where time is.
It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell
Time is nowhere.
We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.
No clock now needs
Tell we have only what we remember:
Minutes up roaring with our heads
Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's
When the senseless mob rules;
And quietly the trees casting their crowns
Into the pools.
牛逼。努力点吧，接替马悦然。哈哈。
那个诺贝尔文学奖的厮，叫马悦然吧。