Derek Walcott (1930-2017) 的這首詩, “Map of the New World: Archipelagoes”，童元方1992年雙十在哈佛翻譯過："新世界地圖"
文題為："詩在水上 不在山間--瓦科特的詩"，收入【一樣花開】，台北：爾雅，1996，頁199-208
Derek Walcott, “Map of the New World: Archipelagoes”
At the end of this sentence, rain will begin.
At the rain’s edge, a sail.
Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands;
into a mist will go the belief in harbours
of an entire race.
The ten-years war is finished.
Helen’s hair, a grey cloud.
Troy, a white ashpit
by the drizzling sea.
The drizzle tighten like the strings of a harp.
A man with clouded eyes picks up the rain
and plucks the first line of the Odyssey.
At the rain’s edge, a sail.
Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands;
into a mist will go the belief in harbours
of an entire race.
The ten-years war is finished.
Helen’s hair, a grey cloud.
Troy, a white ashpit
by the drizzling sea.
The drizzle tighten like the strings of a harp.
A man with clouded eyes picks up the rain
and plucks the first line of the Odyssey.
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