At Blackwater Pond
by Mary Oliver
At Blackwater Pond the tossed 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?
在黑水塘
玛丽·奥利弗
一夜雨之后
黑水塘翻滚的水安定下来。
我把卷成杯状的手泡在里面。我喝了
很长时间。水尝起来
像石头,树叶,火。它把寒冷带
进我体内,惊醒了那些骨头。我听见它们
在我身体深处,悄语,
哦,刚才发生的
是什么美好的事情?
(由我本人,也即斯蒂芬老师翻译。玛丽·奥利弗是我喜欢的诗人之一。)