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My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot

我的双脚紧紧钩住粗粝的树皮
造化费尽心力
创造出我的一爪，一羽：
如今我却把万物攥在掌心。

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Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly-
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing of heads-

我也会振翼高飞，把宇宙慢慢旋转，
我可以任意捕杀，因为一切都属于我，
我胸中毫无辩术：
我的风格就是把猎物的脑袋掐断——

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The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:

 这就是死亡的分配。
因为我飞行的路线笔直
直接切入活体的骨骼
我的权利无须论证。

The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eyes has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.

太阳就在我背后，
自我降生，一切如旧
我的眼睛不允许任何改变，
我打算就这样维持一切。