At Blackwater Pond

---by Mary Oliver

At Blackwater Pond the tossed¹ waters have settled

after a night of rain.

I dip my cupped hands. I drink

a long time. It tastes

like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold

into my body, waking the bones. I hear them

deep inside me, whispering

oh what is that beautiful thing

that just happened?

黑水塘

雨下了一整夜

黑水塘沸腾的水平静下来。

我掬了一捧。慢慢

饮下。它的味道

像石头，叶子，火。它把寒冷

灌进我体内，惊醒了骨头。我听见他们

在我身体深处，窃窃私语

哦，这转瞬即逝的美妙之物

究竟是什么?