A. R. Ammons published nearly thirty collections, including Bosh and Flapdoodle (2005); Glare (1997); Garbage (1993), which won the National Book Award; A Coast of Trees (1981); Sphere (1974), which received the Bollingen Prize; and Collected Poems 1951-1971 (1972), which won the National Book Award.

A-R-阿蒙斯出版了近三十本诗集，包括《胡说与梦话》（2005）；《闪耀》（1997）；《垃圾》（1993），获全国图书奖；《树的海岸线》（1981）；《球体》（1974），获博林根诗歌奖；《诗集：1951-1971》（1972），获全国图书奖。

冯冬，2011年从南京大学英语系获博士学位，致力于诗、哲学、精神分析的共通，译过小说、游记、当代外国诗，包括《未来是一只灰色海鸥：西尔维娅-普拉斯诗全集》（上海译文出版社，2013）。其对诗之本质陌异性的关注凝结成三本诗集：《残酷的乌鸦》（与孙冬合著，南京大学出版社，2011）、《沙漠泳者》（泼先生出版，2015）、《平行舌头》（台湾秀威资讯，2015）。原创作品刊于《诗天空》《美国诗歌评论》等海内外诗刊。

Peter Feng received a PhD in English Literature from Nanjing University in 2011, and since then he has been exploring the interconnections between poetry, philosophy, and psychoanalysis. He has translated a novel, three travelogues, and numerous poems in English, including The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath (Shanghai Translation Publishing House, 2013). His phenomenological approach to poetry crystallizes into three books of poems: Cruel Raven (coauthored with Sun Dong, Nanjing University Press, 2011), The Desert Swimmer (Pulsasir Publishing, 2015), Parallel Tongues (Showwe Information Co., Ltd., 2015). His works appear in Poetry Sky, Chinese/Western Poetry, The American Poetry Review and many others.

Still

停止

I said I will find what is lowly
and put the roots of my identity
down there:
each day I’ll wake up
and find the lowly nearby, 
a handy focus and reminder, 
a ready measure of my significance, 
the voice by which I would be heard,
the wills, the kinds of selfishness
I could
freely adopt as my own:

but though I have looked everywhere,
I can find nothing
to give myself to:
everything is

magnificent with existence, is in
surfeit of glory:
nothing is diminished,
nothing has been diminished for me: 

I said what is more lowly than the grass:
ah, underneath,
a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss:
I looked at it closely
and said this can be my habitat: but
nestling in I
found
below the brown exterior
green mechanisms beyond the intellect
awaiting resurrection in rain: so I got up

and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:
I found a beggar: 
he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying
him any attention: everybody went on by:
I nestled in and found his life:
there, love shook his body like a devastation:
I said though
I have looked everywhere
I can find nothing lowly
in the universe: 

I whirled through transfigurations up and down,
transfigurations of size and shape and place:

at one sudden point came still,
stood in wonder:
moss, beggar, weed, tick, pine, self, magnificent
with being!
			

我说我将找到那卑微之物
将我身份的根
扎在那里：
每天我将醒来
发现卑微之物即在近旁，
一个眼前的焦点与提示，
一个衡量我之重要性的现成尺度，
我将被那个声音听见，
我能任意地
吸收为我自己的
那些意志与自我的形式：

虽然我已四处察看，
也找不到
可以将自身给出去的东西：
万物

壮美于存在，过剩
于荣耀：
无一物遭减损，
无一物因我而遭减损：

我说有比草更卑微的：
啊，在下面，
布满烧焦青苔的地壳：
我仔细察看它
说这可以是我的居所：但
躺进去后
我发现
褐色外壳下
有理智无法企及的绿色机体
在雨中等待复活：于是我起身

奔跑着说宇宙中无一物是卑微的：
我发现一个乞丐：
他双腿成了残肢：无人
在意他：人人继续赶路：
我躺进去发现了他的生活：
那里，爱像一场毁灭摇晃他的躯体：
我说
虽然我已四处察看
整个宇宙中
我找不到卑微之物：

我向上向下旋转穿过各种变换，
形体、大小、地点的变换：

在某一个点突然停止，
万分惊讶：
青苔，乞丐，杂草，滴答，松树，我，壮美
于存在！