Bird Sunrise in Winter

By Elizabeth Jennings

Close eyes. Stay still and you can hear

Rising of sun, ferocious¹ cries

Speaking of birth about your ear,

An eloquence² of skies.

Winter perhaps but this is spring

Wrung³ from cold earth. Harsh life asserts

Its pressure on the air, will sing

Untill the singing hurts.

Open your eyes. The light is birds.

They bear the sun and clip it round.

Almost they break out into words

In this impulse of sound.

阳光如鸟群生于冬天

伊丽莎白.詹宁斯

闭眼。静一静能听见

太阳升起，震耳欲聋

叙说着新生在耳边

雄辩响彻天空。

冬天也许只是春天

挣脱冻土。顽强生命

向空中施压，将咏赞

直到歌声伤人。

睁开眼。光芒是鸟群。

托住太阳把它剪断。

几乎用这律动之音

迸出字字微言。