玛丽.奥利弗：《在墨湖》

一整夜雨之后
颠簸的湖已沉静下来。
我捧手作杯掬水。悠然地
喝着。它的味道
如石头，叶，火。它冷冽
沁入我身体，惊醒骨头。我听见它们
在我五内深处，轻声议论
噢，刚才的那美妙之感
究竟是什么呀？

（微笑 译）
 

At Blackwater Pond
Mary Oliver


At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?