I Was Afraid of Dying Once,I was afraid of dyingIn a field of dry weeds.But now,All day long I have been walking among damp fields,Trying to keep still, listeningTo insects that move patiently.Perhaps they are sampling the fresh dew that gathers slowlyIn empty snail shellsAnd in the secret shelters of sparrow feathers fallen on the earth. 我害怕死亡詹姆斯/赖特（美国） 我曾经害怕死在一片干枯的草地...
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Arriving in the Country Again The white house is silent.My friends can’t hear me yet.The flicker who lives in the bare tree at the field’s edgePecks once and is still for a long time.I stand still in the late afternoon.My face is turned away from the sun.A horse grazes in my long shadow. 重返故园詹姆斯/赖特（美国）白色的房屋一片沉寂我的朋友们还未察觉我的到来在牧场边沿秃树上谋生的啄木鸟每啄响一阵，...
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Beginning The moon drops one or two feathers into the fields.The dark wheat listens.Be still.Now.There they are, the moon's young, tryingTheir wings.Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadowOf her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is goneWholly, into the air.I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breatheOr move.I listen.The wheat leans back toward its own darknes...
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