But what could the singing do? Until I was forced I buried my hum in sleeves, teacups, never did I let it ravel down. Never did I let its feet touch the floor. I was afraid. I ate my corn in rows. When they made me sing I shook. Even as little bits of light burned through me. And then the whole blind wood burning, burning, the terrific hot hum become verb, all verb, the act of sky and the brutal clearing—

中文翻译：

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三首歌

但是唱歌能做什么呢？直到我被迫把我的嗡嗡声埋在袖子里，茶杯里，我从来没有让它散开。我从来没有让它的脚接触地板。我害怕。我排着吃我的玉米。当他们让我唱歌时，我颤抖了。即使有一点点光在我身上燃烧。然后整个盲木燃烧，燃烧，可怕的热嗡嗡声变成动词，所有动词，天空的行为和残酷的清理——