李晖 译
树正长出叶子
就像要说出什么话；
新发的芽舒展开来，
它们的绿是一种忧痛。
是不是……我们老去
而它们重生？不，它们也会死。
它们一年年焕新的把戏
被写进一圈又一圈的年轮。
然而每年5月，这些动荡的城堡
仍会自完全长足的厚重里抖擞精神。
去年已逝，它们似乎在说，
重新开始，开始，开始。
The TreesThe trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
