Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wind at night
Laid the crops low， broke the grape’s joy.
Once in this wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine，
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun， pulled the wind down.
This flesh you break， this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein，
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
My wine you drink， my bread you snap.
我切开的面包
这片我切开的面包曾是燕麦，
这生在外来树上的酒
曾果实垂落。
白天的男人，夜里的酒
使庄稼低下，葡萄欢乐。
这酒里夏天的血，
曾敲破饰着藤蔓的果肉。
这面包里，
燕麦曾在风中欢欣，
人打碎太阳，把风拉倒。
这切碎的肉，这让你饮的血
在血管中造成了孤独。
燕麦和葡萄天生具有
肉感的根与汁。
你撕咬我的面包，你喝我的酒。
（五）I Fellowed Sleep
我与睡眠结伴
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain，
Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper’s eye，
Shifting to light， turned on me like a moon.
So， planning-heeled， I flew along my man
And dropped on dreaming and the upward sky.
I fled the earth and， naked， climbed the weather，
Reaching a second ground far from the stars;
And there we wept I and a ghostly other，
My mothers-eyed， upon the tops of trees;
I fled that ground as lightly as a feather.
‘My fathers’ globe knocks on its nave and sings.’
‘This that we tread was， too， your father’s land.’
‘But this we tread bears the angelic gangs
Sweet are their fathered faces in their wings.’
‘These are but dreaming men. Breathe， and they fade.’
Faded my elbow ghost， the mothers-eyed，
As， blowing on the angels， I was lost
On that cloud coast to each grave-grabbing shade;
I blew the dreaming fellows to their bed
Where still they sleep unknowing of their ghost.
Then all the matter of the living air
Raised up a voice， and， climbing on the words，
I spelt my vision with a hand and hair，
How light the sleeping on this soily star，
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