她走进我房间带着一件礼物：
一片绿叶，一只蝉的外皮
粘附着，完美的死亡形象：
一个蓬松丁几质的易碎恐怖之物

我紧攥着手直到头脑清楚。

必需多少我才会重新
忘记蝉正于某处发出
尖利的喧嚣，以一张新皮—
在一片她带给我的绿叶上

抛弃一个完美的死亡形象

Bestowal

She comes into my room with a gift:
a green leaf, the husk of a cicada
clinging to it, the perfect image of death:
a crisp horror of puffy chitin

I clench my hands until my head clears.

How much I must need renewal
to forget that the cicada is making
brittle music somewhere in a new skin—
on a green leaf she has brought me

a perfect image of death cast aside.

---Bert Almon