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by:James Wright
The moon drops one or two feathers into the fields.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are,the moon’s young,trying
Their wings.
Between trees,a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face,and now she steps into the air,now she is gone
Wholly,into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree,I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
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林水云风 译
月亮飘落一两片羽毛在田地上,
小麦在幽影中倾听,
一片宁静。
此时,
在那儿,一群月亮的孩子,
展翅欲飞。
林间,一个窈窕淑女提起她妩媚的面影,
正乘上轻风,转眼便消失了,
消失在空中。
我独自站在一棵老树下,不敢呼吸,
不敢移动。
我倾听。
小麦摇身靠向它的幽影,
我靠向我的幽影。
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