路石的低語
2013-08-20 09:37:02安·特納
閱讀與作文(英語初中版) 2013年7期
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每日，
當第一縷晨曦劃破夜幕，
我們已踏上行程征途。
不見飛鳥 生機皆無，
只有巖石的暗影，
霞光血染的石路。
牛蹄亦是紅色，
牛背濕淋淋塵土如墨；
疲勞困頓似黑云把牛群籠裹。
惟一的一只蜥蜴
爬得飛快，
急切地尋覓藏身之所。
內德坐著， 面色倦怠，
馬車后面的克里斯與艾迪
默無聲息。
風無蹤無跡。
我依稀聽見路石的低語，
如同深居沙下的蟋蟀
輕巧地鳴曲。
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.
