栖息着的鹰

我坐在树的顶端，把眼睛闭上。
一动也不动，在我弯弯的脑袋
和弯弯的脚爪间没有弄虚作假的梦：
也不在睡眠中排演完美的捕杀或吃什么。

高高的树真够方便的！
空气的畅通，太阳的光芒
都对我有利；
地球的脸朝上，任我察看。

我的双脚钉在粗砺的树皮上。
真得用整个造化之力
才能生我这只脚、我的每根羽毛：
如今我的脚控制着天地

或者飞上去，慢悠悠地旋转它——
我高兴时就捕杀，因为一切都是我的。
我躯体里并无奥秘：
我的举止就是把别个的脑袋撕下来——

分配死亡。
因为我飞翔的一条路线是直接
穿过生物的骨骼。
我的权力无须论证：

太阳就在我背后。
我开始以来，什么也不曾改变。
我的眼睛不允许改变。
我打算让世界就这样子下去。
－1970

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot

Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -

The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:

The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.