Widgeon
For Paul Muldoon/By Seamus Heaney

It had been badly shot.
While he was plucking it
he found, he says, the voice box –

like a flute stop
in the broken windpipe –

and blew upon it
unexpectedly
his own small widgeon cries.

赤頸

鸟被重重击落。

拔毛的時候,

他找到了,他說,它的喉——

像笛栓

在爆裂的气管里——

他便在气管里吹气

没想到

他自己的赤颈鸟叫了起来。