Gary Snyder (1930- ) is the author of 16 books of poetry, including Turtle Island which is his 1974 Pulitzer Prize-winning volume. He has won numerous honors and awards for his writing.

加里-斯奈德曾出版十六卷诗文集，主要有《砌石与寒山诗》《神话与文本》《僻野》《观浪》《龟岛》等多卷。他曾获多次诗歌奖，其《龟岛》获得了1975年度普利策诗歌奖。

浅水, 80 后，广东人。从事英语教学工作。现居广州。

Qian Shui was born in Guangdong and works in Guangzhou as an English teacher.

Above Pate Valley

佩特谷上

We finished clearing the last   
Section of trail by noon, 
High on the ridge-side 
Two thousand feet above the creek   
Reached the pass, went on 
Beyond the white pine groves,   
Granite shoulders, to a small 
Green meadow watered by the snow,   
Edged with Aspen—sun 
Straight high and blazing 
But the air was cool. 
Ate a cold fried trout in the   
Trembling shadows. I spied 
A glitter, and found a flake 
Black volcanic glass—obsidian— 
By a flower. Hands and knees   
Pushing the Bear grass, thousands   
Of arrowhead leavings over a   
Hundred yards. Not one good   
Head, just razor flakes 
On a hill snowed all but summer,   
A land of fat summer deer, 
They came to camp. On their   
Own trails. I followed my own   
Trail here. Picked up the cold-drill,   
Pick, singlejack, and sack 
Of dynamite. 
Ten thousand years.
			

到正午时我们清扫 
完了最后一段路， 
在高耸的山岭边 
在溪流上面两千英尺 
到达山隘，越过 
白松林，花岗岩肩头， 
继续前行到一片 
雪水浇灌的绿色小牧场， 
那里的边沿长满白杨——太阳 
高悬，强烈地直射下来 
然而空气凉爽。 
在颤抖的影子中吃一条 
煎炸过的冷鳟鱼。我窥视 
一道闪亮，发现一块 
黑色火山玻璃石——黑曜岩—— 
在一朵花旁边。手和膝 
推动着丝兰，千万个 
箭头的残余 
在一百码外。没有一个 
好箭头，仅仅是一座除了夏天 
就总是下雪的山冈上的剃刀片， 
夏季的肥胖的鹿子之地， 
它们前来扎营。在它们 
自己的足迹上。我跟随我自己的 
足迹来到这里。拾起冷冷的钻头， 
鹤咀锄，短柄锤，和 
炸药包。 
一万年。