The book rotted by the rain, the clay that’s slipped,
the earth screeches, plates collapse,
the walls lose their grip on the paintings,
nothing is aligned like the planets we think we understand.
在今天早上宣布的震惊中
their muzzles pointing toward an imaginary swarm of bees
the floor slides toward the void. We, too,
run away in the wake of a memory of the species
(哦,由火和罗勒制成的风暴,
of lamps and beds askew
and you, mountain, gulping water and air)
while the house breaks up and disappears.