立哥，苗哥，和其他哥姐们，无意看你们写的文章，不妨也来凑热闹。
谈诗韵，俺不懂，谈打油，略小一二。
俺觉得这首诗很美，有点凄清，伤怀，更多的浪漫，画面感很强，所以根据俺脑里的画面，俺的译作如下。押韵的事，就放过我。我这能是路过打油——打打酱油：
Ornithology in a World of Flux.
It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture;
But so still I stood sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water.
Years pass, all places and faces fade, some people have died,
And I stand in a far land, the evening still, and am at last sure
That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things
that were to fail later.
纷乱世间的鸟类学
那是一声夜晚鸟鸣，无从辩清
我来自甘泉，带着我的春水，
穿过乱石的屋后草莽
我定定地站立，水静天却不静
经年过去，事逝人非，故人已去
而我却在远方，
孤立寂静夜晚，终于明了
我思鸟鸣空静，
更甚流逝凡尘
最后一个字，总觉不押，找不到合适的词代替，就先这么上了。
欢迎指正
