雾

雾悄悄地来了

迈着猫的软步

这会儿它蹲下来

俯视着港口和城市

然后又弓起腰

静静地去了

Fog    

by Carl Sandburg 

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

铁锤

我一生不断地看到

旧神离去

新神到来。

日复一日

年复一年

偶像倒下

偶像升起。

今天

我崇拜铁锤。

The Hammer

I have seen

The old gods go

And the new gods come.

Day by day

And year by year

The idols fall

And the idols rise.

Today

I worship the hammer.