Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
在黑色树干上睡着了，
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
在达菲的空荡荡的房子后面的峡谷，
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
鸡鹰漂浮在寻找家。
I have wasted my life.