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杰姆斯-莱特
月里飘落一片两片羽毛在田野
忧郁地小麦聆听
无声地静
此刻
在那里，月里的年轻人，试飞
他们的翅膀
林间，一个苗条女子升起幻影
在脸之上。现在她踏入虚空
此刻她已融化
在空中
我躲在老树后
不敢呼吸
或挪动
我深听着
麦沉入自己的幽暗
我遁入我的忧幻
Beginning
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 goneWholly,
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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