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Steve Crow (1949-)
Revival
Snow is a mind
falling, a continuous breath
of climbs, loops, spirals
dips into the earth
like white fireflies
wanting to land, finding
a wind between houses,
diving like moths
into their own light
so that one wonders
if snow is a wing’s
long memory across winter.
试译：
雪，是坠落的思绪
是不断攀升，跳跃，旋转中
那重长的呼吸，
飘落向大地
如同白色的焰花，追逐着
房屋间的一丝风絮
飞蛾般扑向
它们自己的灯火，
由此，有人会惊疑
雪，是否是穿越了
寒冬的翅膀的
那段长久的回忆。
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