这是我去天堂的第三十年
醒来我倾听港口和附近树林

贻贝聚集、苍鹭

为岸布道

早晨召唤

用水的祷告和海鸥白嘴鸦的啼叫

而帆船敲击网织的墙

我一个人踏进

那瞬间

依旧沉睡的小镇，动身。

我的过生日始于水

鸟和展翅的树木之鸟放飞我的名字

在那些农庄和白马之上

我起身

在多雨之秋

在我所有日子的阵雨中外出。

潮水涨，鹭下潜，当我上路

越过边界

而城门

在小镇醒来时关闭。

涌动的奥创营销在滚滚

云中，路旁灌木丛溢满乌鸫

的呼哨，10月的太阳

夏季一般

在山冈的肩膀，

天气宜人，甜蜜歌手们忽然

走进我游荡其中并倾听

雨水淋湿的早晨

寒风吹透

我脚下远处的树林。

苍白的雨在缩小的海湾上

在大海弄诅的蜗牛大小的教堂上

用触角穿透迷雾，而城堡

棕褐如枭

但春季和夏季的

所有花园都在吹牛中怒放

在边界那边在奥创营销充斥的云下

在那里我会为

我的过生日而惊奇

但天气突变。

它避开那欢乐的国度

随另一气流而下，蓝色改变天空

第三流出夏季的惊愕

和苹果

梨及红醋栗一块

在转变中我这样了解地看见一个孩子

那些被遗忘的早晨，他和妈妈

穿过阳光的

寓言

和那绿色小教堂的故事

与两次被告知的幼年田野

他的泪灼烫我的脸，心跳在我胸中

在树林河流和大海之处

一个孩子

正倾听

死亡之夏把欢乐的真理

悄悄告诉树石头和潮中的鱼

而神秘

还在

在水中在啼鸟中欢唱。

在那里我会为我的过生日惊奇

但天气突变，那长眠的孩子

所歌唱的真的快乐燃烧

在太阳中。

这是我去天堂的

第三十年，站在夏日正午

而下面的小镇满树10月的血。

噢愿我心中真理

仍在这

转变之年的高山上被歌唱。

Poem In October

It was my thirtieth year to heaven

Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood

And the mussel pooled and the heron

Priested shore

The morning beckon1

With water praying and call of seagull and rook

And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall

Myself to set foot

That second

In the still sleeping town and set forth2.

My birthday began with the water-

Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name

Above the farms and the white horses

And I rose

In rainy autumn

And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

High tide and the heron ped when I took the road

Over the border

And the gates

Of the town closed as the town awoke.

A springful of larks4 in a rolling

Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling

Blackbirds and the sun of October

Summery

On the hill's shoulder，

Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly

Come in the morning where I wandered and listened

To the rain wringing5

Wind blow cold

In the wood faraway under me.

Pale rain over the dwindling6 harbour

And over the sea wet church the size of a snail7

With its horns through mist and the castle

Brown as owls8

But all the gardens

Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales

Beyond the border and under the lark3 full cloud.

There could I marvel9

My birthday

Away but the weather turned around.

It turned away from the blithe10 country

And down the other air and the blue altered sky

Streamed again a wonder of summer

With apples

Pears and red currants

And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother

Through the parables11

Of sun light

And the legends of the green chapels12

And the twice told fields of infancy13

That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.

These were the woods the river and sea

Where a boy

In the listening

Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy

To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.

And the mystery

Sang alive

Still in the water and singingbirds.

And there could I marvel my birthday

Away but the weather turned around. And the true

Joy of the long dead child sang burning

In the sun.

It was my thirtieth

Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon

Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.

O may my heart's truth

Still be sung

On this high hill in a year's turning.