You’re
你是

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
小丑似的，你挥舞着双手最幸福，

Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
双脚蹬向星星，月亮般的脑袋，

Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
像除去了内脏的鱼。凭直觉

Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.
拇指朝下，像渡渡鸟移动。

Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
将自己包裹起来，像卷轴，

Trawling your dark as owls do.
遮住你的黑暗，像猫头鹰。

Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
从七月四日至愚人节，

Of July to All Fools’ Day,
你不说话像大头菜

O high-riser, my little loaf.
哦，早起的人，我的小面包。

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
模糊如雾，像邮件在寻找。

Farther off than Australia.
比澳大利亚更遥远。

Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
弯腰像地图册，我们的旅行明虾。

Snug as a bud and at home
偎依如蓓蕾，舒适

Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
像泡菜缸里的鲱鱼。

A creel of eels, all ripples.
一篮子鳗鱼，满是皱纹。

Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
一惊一乍像颗墨西哥豆。

Right, like a well-done sum.
好，如同计算好的总数。

A clean slate, with your own face on.
清洁的石板，你的脸映在上面。

(1960/01—02. p.141. No.122)
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