Flying At Night

By Ted Kooser

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.


夜间飞行

我们头顶，星星闪耀。我们之下，星座列列
50亿英里以外，一个星系消陨
如一片雪花落入水中。我们下方
某个农民，感受来自遥远死亡散发的寒意
拧开院子里的灯，关闭棚屋和谷仓
返身回到那个他看顾的小小世界
整晚，一个个城市，如闪烁的新星
拽着明亮的街道在孤寂的灯光下如他这般

707期每日诗选拟采用~

整个译文非常圆润，除了第一行，嘿