I have come to catch your voice,
Your constructed notes going out of the throat
With dry, mechanical gestures,
To catch the shaft
Although it is so straight and unbending;
Then, when I open my mouth,
The light will come in an unwavering line.
Then to catch night
Wading through her dark cave on ferocious wings.
Oh, eagle-mouthed,
I have come to pluck you,
And take away your exotic plumage,
Although your anger is not a slight thing,
Take you into my own place
Where the frost can never fall,
Nor the petals of any flower drop.
我来领会你的声音，
你构思的音符，在喉口翻涌，
干涩呆板的手势，
赶上这束光，
尽管如此的直接而决然;
然后，当我开口亮嗓，
光就会进来，成一条坚定的直线。
随后赶上夜晚，
展开凶猛的翅翼，涉水蹚过她黑暗的洞穴。
哦，鹰嘴，
我来拔下你，
拔走你外来的羽毛，
尽管你的愤怒不是件小事，
带你进入我的领地，
那里不见霜降，
更不见一片花瓣落下。