by罗伯特佩恩沃伦
我从溪边提水归来，穿过有落基山背景的牧场，
暮色里仅孤零零一只鸟鸣叫，身份不明；
而我如此静立，头顶的天空，与水桶里的天空一般寂静。
岁月流逝，所有地方和面孔都褪去，一些人已谢世，
而我仍站于一片遥远之地，夜晚宁静，我终于确定
我错过更多的是鸟鸣的宁静，而不是某些稍后会失败的事情。
（微笑 译）
Ornithology in a World of Flux
by Robert Penn Warren
It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture;
But I stood so still 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.
