通過綠色導(dǎo)火索催開花朵的力量
催開我綠色年華；炸毀樹根的力量
是我的毀滅者。
而我啞然告知彎曲的玫瑰
我的青春同樣被冬天的高燒壓彎。
驅(qū)動(dòng)穿透巖。石之水的力量
驅(qū)動(dòng)我的鮮血；枯竭滔滔不絕的力量
使我的血凝結(jié)。
而我啞然告知我的血管
同樣的嘴怎樣吮吸那山泉。
在池中攪動(dòng)水的手
攪動(dòng)流沙；牽引急風(fēng)的手
牽引我裹尸布的帆。
而我啞然告知那絞死的人
我的泥土怎樣制成劊子手的石灰。
時(shí)間之唇蛭吸源泉；
愛情滴散聚合，但沉落的血
會(huì)平息她的痛楚。
我啞然告知一種氣候的風(fēng)
時(shí)間怎樣沿星星滴答成天堂。
而我啞然告知情人的墓穴
我床單上怎樣蠕動(dòng)著同樣的蛆蟲。
The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age； that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood； that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand； that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head；
Love drips and gathers， but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm
催開我綠色年華；炸毀樹根的力量
是我的毀滅者。
而我啞然告知彎曲的玫瑰
我的青春同樣被冬天的高燒壓彎。
驅(qū)動(dòng)穿透巖。石之水的力量
驅(qū)動(dòng)我的鮮血；枯竭滔滔不絕的力量
使我的血凝結(jié)。
而我啞然告知我的血管
同樣的嘴怎樣吮吸那山泉。
在池中攪動(dòng)水的手
攪動(dòng)流沙；牽引急風(fēng)的手
牽引我裹尸布的帆。
而我啞然告知那絞死的人
我的泥土怎樣制成劊子手的石灰。
時(shí)間之唇蛭吸源泉；
愛情滴散聚合，但沉落的血
會(huì)平息她的痛楚。
我啞然告知一種氣候的風(fēng)
時(shí)間怎樣沿星星滴答成天堂。
而我啞然告知情人的墓穴
我床單上怎樣蠕動(dòng)著同樣的蛆蟲。
The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age； that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood； that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand； that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head；
Love drips and gathers， but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm