卡爾·桑德堡

The childs wonder

At the old moon

Comes back nightly.

She points her finger

To the far silent yellow thing

Shining through the branches

Filtering on the leaves a golden sand，

Crying with her little tongue，“See the moon！”

And in her bed fading to sleep

With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

孩子的驚嘆

隨著那輪古老的月亮

每晚去而復回。

她用小手指著

那一輪遙遠的、寂靜的鵝黃

從枝丫間傾瀉而下

透過葉的篩子，灑落一地黃沙，

一個稚嫩的聲音驚呼：“看，月亮！”

躺在床上，漸入夢鄉(xiāng)

小嘴還呢喃著：月亮，月亮！