美国著名诗人罗伯特·勃莱离世，享年94岁，诗歌精选集欣赏(13)

At Mid Ocean
All day I loved you in a fever holding on to the tail of the horse.
I overflowed whenever I reached out to touch you.
My hand moved over your body covered
With its dress
Burning rough an animal"s hand or foot
moving over leaves.
The rainstorm retires clouds open sunlight
sliding over ocean water a thousand miles from land.

深夜里的月亮
罗伯特·勃莱
下弦月照到了我父亲的农场，
此刻它西边的一半，被黑暗吞没。
大地腹中的石块凌晨时轻轻哼唱。
当我转身回屋，我看见我的影子把手伸向门把手。
（邰婉婷 译 译文参考冯默谌译作）
Late Moon
The third-week moon reaches its light over my father’s farm,
Half of it dark now, in the west that eats it away.
The earth has rocks in it that hum at early dawn.
As I turn to go in, I see my shadow reach for the latch.
乌龟
罗伯特·勃莱
雨水抬高湖面，清洗着芦苇。
乳草荚缓缓地打开，黄色的百合花瓣。