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The Thought Fox—Ted Hughes
思想之狐——特德休斯
I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
我设想这午夜时分的森林：
Something else is alive
别的什么尚在活动
Beside the clock's loneliness
在这孤寂的钟声和这张
And this blank page where my fingers move.
我以手指摩挲的空白纸页之外。
Through the window I see no star:
透过窗户我看不见星星：
Something more near
更近的什么
Though deeper within darkness
但在黑暗里更为幽深
Is entering the loneliness:
正进入这孤寂中：
Cold, delicately as the dark snow
清冷，优雅，似那黑暗中的雪
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
一只狐狸的鼻子碰触着细枝，叶瓣；
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
两只眼睛转动了，一下
And again now, and now, and now
又一下，又一下，又一下
Sets neat prints into the snow
匀称的足印踏进雪里
Between trees, and warily a lame
在树林间，机警地，一个瘸行的
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
影子缓缓移动，倚着树桩，投进地洞里
Of a body that is bold to come
它属于一个呼之欲出的身体
Across clearings, an eye,
穿行于空地，一只眼睛，
A widening deepening greenness,
渐宽渐深的绿，
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
闪亮地，全神贯注地，
Coming about its own business
兀自游荡
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
直至，带着一股骤然而至的浓烈狐臭
It enters the dark hole of the head.
它进入脑中的暗洞里。
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
窗外依然无星；钟声嘀嗒，
The page is printed.
纸页上写好了文字。
