繁花怒放时万物流逝

Joan Becker

我让她的花园走远

放手吧，放手吧

我怎么能忍受看蜂鸟

盘桓着用它的喙尖

吸取蜜汁？

还有那涂满香脂的紫色蜜蜂嗡鸣

像我们数年前听到的那样？

杂草直挺而又厚重

放手吧，放手吧

寿命不足一年的植物在生长，牛蒡在拔茎，

在这里她一下子可以看到

牡丹，百合，蔷薇

在地砖上探头——

她喜欢把地砖铺成固定图案。

放手吧，放手吧

苔藓让地砖变成绿色，变得松软

旁边的灰色石丛中，蜀葵

在她在世时生长，高茎骑上高茎

繁花怒放时万物流逝。

作者 / [美国] 唐纳德·霍尔

翻译 / 光诸

Her Garden

I let her garden go.

                let it go, let it go

How can I watch the hummingbird

          Hover to sip

          With its beak's tip

The purple bee balm—whirring as we heard

          It years ago?

The weeds rise rank and thick

                let it go, let it go

Where annuals grew and burdock grows,

        Where standing she

        At once could see

The peony, the lily, and the rose

        Rise over brick

She'd laid in patterns. Moss

              let it go, let it go

Turns the bricks green, softening them

        By the gray rocks

        Where hollyhocks

That lofted while she lived, stem by tall stem,

        Blossom with loss.

Donald Hall