Richard Wilbur - Praise in Summer汉译

Obscurely yet most surely called to praise,

As sometimes summer calls us all, I said

The hills are heavens full of branching ways

Where star-nosed moles fly overhead the dead;

I said the trees are mines in air, I said

See how the sparrow burrows in the sky!

And then I wonderd why this mad instead

Perverts our praise to uncreation, why

Such savor’s in tis wrenching things awry.

Does sense so stale that it must needs derange

The world to know it? To a praiseful eye

Should it not be enough of fresh and strange

That trees grow green, and moles van course in clay,

And sparrows seeep the ceiling of our day?