Steve Crow (1949-) Revival Snow is a mind falling, a continuous breath of climbs, loops, spirals dips into the earth like white fireflies wanting to land, finding a wind between houses, diving like moths into their own light so that one wonders if snow is a wing’s long memory across winter. 试译： 雪，是坠落的思绪 是不断攀升，跳跃，旋转中 那重长的呼吸， 飘落向大地 如同白色的焰花，追逐着 房屋间的一丝风絮 飞蛾般扑向 它们自己的灯火， 由此，有人会惊疑 雪，是否是穿越了 寒冬的翅膀的 那段长久的回忆。
