路石的低语

安·特纳

每日，

当第一缕晨曦划破夜幕，

我们已踏上行程征途。

不见飞鸟 生机皆无，

只有岩石的暗影，

霞光血染的石路。

牛蹄亦是红色，

牛背湿淋淋尘土如墨；

疲劳困顿似黑云把牛群笼裹。

惟一的一只蜥蜴

爬得飞快，

急切地寻觅藏身之所。

内德坐着， 面色倦怠，

马车后面的克里斯与艾迪

默无声息。

风无踪无迹。

我依稀听见路石的低语，

如同深居沙下的蟋蟀

轻巧地鸣曲。

All day， since the first light

we had been traveling.

Not a bird， nothing furred

just rock and shadow

and a light that made the stones

look bloody.

The oxens feet were red，

their backs wet and black；

their tiredness made gray clouds.

The only thing moving

a lizard scuttling fast.

He knew enough to seek cover.

Ned sat， jaw slack，

Chris and Eddie were quiet

in the wagon back.

No wind blew.

I thought I heard the stones speak，

a mute clicking

like crickets buried

beneath the desert sand.