《窗外》
Outside the Window
我时常想象自己抬起头，从书页上
Often, I imagine lifting my head from the page.
我想象自己，看到了一片海
I imagine seeing a fraction of the sea,
有蓝色的液体，游过窗棂
its field of blue, beyond the window's edge.
但我所能领受的，只是一小片海域
But all I glimpse is one small part of the ocean.
我告诉自己，那从来就不是
So I say to myself, that's not
全部的深广，况且
its full depth or expanse—
我坐在一个固定的地方
besides, I'm sitting in one place.
它提醒我，想象，也不能是无限的
It alerts me, imagination has limits.
想象有一个天然的出发点
I know it, too, must begin somewhere;
也许它有自由
perhaps it has the freedom
如海鸟一样的翅膀
of the sea bird's wings—
而我们的心灵能够
like those our soul covets—
提供树枝
offering us breaches,
供白日的梦想，一个栖息的支点
feeding our daydreams on a perched fulcrum
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