William Carlos Williams

The sea will wash in 

but the rocks - jagged ribs 

riding the cloth of foam 

or a knob or pinnacles 

with gannets - 

are the stubborn man.

He invites the storm, he 

lives by it? Instinct 

with fears that are not fears 

but prickles of ecstasy, 

a secret liquor, a fire 

that inflames his blood to 

coldness so that the rocks 

seem rather to leap 

at the sea than the sea 

to envelop them. They strain 

forward to grasp ships 

or even the sky itself that 

bends down to be torn 

upon them. To which he says, 

It is I! I who am the rocks! 

With out me nothing laughs.

航海家

威廉·卡洛斯·威廉斯

圆丘、尖顶， 

岩石如肋骨参差、粗糙； 

驾驭无边的海浪， 

迎着扑面而来的波涛， 

伴着塘鹅， 

是英雄不屈不挠。

挺身雷雨， 

笑迎风暴， 

充满并非恐惧的恐惧， 

那是阵阵惊喜、狂躁； 

是神秘的烈酒， 

是熊熊的火焰把你的血液燃烧， 

直到最终冷却， 

岩石有了今天的相貌： 

似乎他们纵身跃进大海， 

而不是海水把他们围绕。 

他们竭力把船只捉住， 

甚至要把苍天抓牢； 

任由他们撕碎， 

苍天竟会躬身弯腰。 

这就是我，这就是岩石！ 

没有我世上就没有欢笑。