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Into Death Bravely by Jimmy Santiago Baca
向死而生--吉米·圣地亞哥·巴卡
Winter throws his great white shield on the ground
冬日向大地擲下那雪白的堅盾
Breaking thin arms of twisting branches
折了曲折孱弱的殘枝
And then howls on the north side of the Black Mesa
在黑嶺之北呼嗥
A deep, throaty laughter
那是一聲低沉沙啞的長嘯
Because of him
曾因它的存在
We have to sell our cattle
犁地的農牲也被變賣
That rake snow for stubble
而如今，不多時
Having lived his whole life in a few weeks
它已走完短暫的一生
Slow and pensive he walks away
于憂郁中慢慢遠去
Dragging his silver-stream shield down branches and over the ground
拖拽著布滿銀色溪流般花紋的盾
He keeps walking slowly away into death bravely
它向著死亡邁著堅毅的步伐
