安·特納

每日，

當(dāng)?shù)谝豢|晨曦劃破夜幕，

我們已踏上行程征途。

不見(jiàn)飛鳥(niǎo) 生機(jī)皆無(wú)，

只有巖石的暗影，

霞光血染的石路。

牛蹄亦是紅色，

牛背濕淋淋塵土如墨；

疲勞困頓似黑云把牛群籠裹。

惟一的一只蜥蜴

爬得飛快，

急切地尋覓藏身之所。

內(nèi)德坐著， 面色倦怠，

馬車(chē)后面的克里斯與艾迪

默無(wú)聲息。

風(fēng)無(wú)蹤無(wú)跡。

我依稀聽(tīng)見(jiàn)路石的低語(yǔ)，

如同深居沙下的蟋蟀

輕巧地鳴曲。

All day， since the first light

we had been traveling.

Not a bird， nothing furred

just rock and shadow

and a light that made the stones

look bloody.

The oxens feet were red，

their backs wet and black；

their tiredness made gray clouds.

The only thing moving

a lizard scuttling fast.

He knew enough to seek cover.

Ned sat， jaw slack，

Chris and Eddie were quiet

in the wagon back.

No wind blew.

I thought I heard the stones speak，

a mute clicking

like crickets buried

beneath the desert sand.