Blackberry Eating

    

  I love to go out in late September

among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries

to eat blackberries for breakfast,

the stalks very prickly, a penalty

they earn for knowing the black art

of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them

lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries

fall almost unbidden to my tongue,

as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words

like strengths or squinched,

many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,

which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well

in the silent, startled, icy, black language

of blackberry -- eating in late September. 

 

 

吃黑莓

我爱九月末的出游

在丰满，冷艳，成熟的黑莓之中

我吞下黑莓的早餐

茎被刺惩罚

因为它生长黑莓的黑色艺术

而我在黑莓之中将茎抓起，放到嘴边

成熟的黑莓们沉默地侵入我的舌头

好像词语，古怪的词语们

有力而急促

是一堆单音节的字母

我把它们从黑莓寂静，惊艳，冷漠的

黑色语言中榨取，展开，然后挥霍

在九月末被我吞下