It turned away from the blithe country

And down the other air and the blue altered sky

Streamed again a wonder of summer

With apples

Pears and red currants

And I saw in the turning so clearly a child’s

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother

Through the parables

Of sun light

And the legends of the green chapels

And the twice told fields of infancy

That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.

These were the woods the river and sea

Where a boy

In the listening

Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy

To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.

And the mystery

Sang alive

Still in the water and singingbirds.

And there could I marvel my birthday

Away but the weather turned around. And the true

Joy of the long dead child sang burning

In the sun.

It was my thirtieth

Year to heaven stood there then in the suy leaved with October blood.

O may my heart’s truth

Still be sung

On this high hill in a year’s turning.

十月的诗

这是我去天堂的第三十年

醒来我倾听港口和附近树林

贻贝聚集、苍鹭

为岸布道

早晨召唤

用水的祷告和海鸥白嘴鸦的啼叫

而帆船敲击网织的墙

我自己踏进

那瞬间

依然沉睡的小镇，动身。

我的生日始于水

鸟和展翅的树木之鸟放飞我的名字

在那些农庄和白马之上

我起身

在多雨之秋

在我所有日子的阵雨中外出。

潮水涨，鹭下潜，当我上路

越过边界

而城门

在小镇醒来时关闭。