The pieces of my voice have been thrown
away I said turning to the hedgerows
and hidden ditches
Where do the pieces of
my voice lie scattered
The cedarcone said you have been ground
down into and whirled

Tomorrow I must go look under the clumps of
marshgrass in wet deserts
and in dry deserts
when the wind falls from the mountain
inquire of the chuckwalla what he saw go by
and what the sidewinder found
risen in the changing sand
I must run down all the pieces
and build the whole silence back

As I look across the fields the sun
big in my eyes I see the hills
the great black unwasting silence and
know I must go out beyond the hills and seek
for I am broken over the earth—
so little remains
for the silent offering of my death

我声音的碎片被扔在了
一边我说并转向灌木
与隐藏的水沟
我声音的碎片
散落在何处
雪松锥说你已被碾成
碎片并飞散

明天我必须去翻找一簇簇
沼泽草在湿沙漠
与干沙漠里
当风从山上落下
询问叩壁蜥曾看见什么经过
角响尾蛇曾发现什么
从流沙中升起
我必须追回所有碎片
并重筑完整的沉默

当我望过田野大太阳
在我眼中我看群山
巨大漆黑不消减的寂静也
知道我必须越过群山去寻找
因为我散落在地上——
没多少留给
我死亡的沉默奉献

16.08.2020 初稿
05.03.2023 修改