I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee 作者: 叶如钢 时间: 2015-9-16 08:46
多谢忍淹留君推荐拙译给周刊。 这首诗很有名。 网上看到的两个翻译版本， 觉得有欠缺。 故此翻译了一下。