作品：第二个夏天

风像一个疲惫的旅人，

轻轻地敲着门，

我鼓起勇气，说“请进”，

我的小屋便不再寂静。

他没有骨骼感受重力，

也没有双脚稍作停息，

我茫然，不知如何款待，

这位飘忽而匆忙的访客。

但他对我说了又说，

就像摇动灿烂的树丛，

满枝的鸟儿嘤嘤嗡嗡，

齐齐振翅飞向天空。

我看不清他的面容，

却能感到他的手指轻抚，

仿佛颤抖着吹响玻璃，

奏出叮咚的乐曲。

但他不肯多停片刻，

一如那些胆怯的擅入者，

只留下一阵慌张的悉索，

再度寂静的小屋，和我。

The Wind - tapped like a tired Man -

And like a Host - "Come in"

I boldly answered - entered then

My Residence within

A Rapid - footless Guest -

To offer whom a Chair

Were as impossible as hand

A Sofa to the Air -

No Bone had He to bind Him -

His Speech was like the Push

Of numerous Humming Birds at once

From a superior Bush -

His Countenance - a Billow -

His Fingers, as He passed

Let go a music - as of tunes

Blown tremulous in Glass -

He visited - still flitting -

Then like a timid Man

Again, He tapped - 'twas flurriedly -

And I became alone -

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