这是无声的柏树
草坪上的柏树无声无响：
它倾听，倾听。 高树不再能
倾听。 月亮凝视池塘平静
你不停地歌唱。
星星施法的歌从天而降
沿着声音之阶走过草坪，
白飞镖落在地面的阴影；
且你整夜歌唱。
我的梦是花而你是蜜蜂
一整夜我都在听，我的脑
接收您的歌； 然后又忘掉
在月下的草坪。
声音如大理石高大白净，
然后像薄雾缭绕天堂中，
现在是熊熊火，然后像冰，
绽开，到了黎明。
Here is the soundless cypress on the...
Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn:
It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond
Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond
Stares. And you sing, you sing.
That star-enchanted song falls through the air
From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound,
Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground;
And all the night you sing.
My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee
As all night long I listen, and my brain
Receives your song; then loses it again
In moonlight on the lawn.
Now is your voice a marble high and white,
Then like a mist on fields of paradise,
Now is a raging fire, then is like ice,
Then breaks, and it is dawn.
