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The Thought Fox—Ted Hughes
思想之狐——特德休斯
I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
我設想這午夜時分的森林：
Something else is alive
別的什么尚在活動
Beside the clock's loneliness
在這孤寂的鐘聲和這張
And this blank page where my fingers move.
我以手指摩挲的空白紙頁之外。
Through the window I see no star:
透過窗戶我看不見星星：
Something more near
更近的什么
Though deeper within darkness
但在黑暗里更為幽深
Is entering the loneliness:
正進入這孤寂中：
Cold, delicately as the dark snow
清冷，優雅，似那黑暗中的雪
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
一只狐貍的鼻子碰觸著細枝，葉瓣；
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
兩只眼睛轉動了，一下
And again now, and now, and now
又一下，又一下，又一下
Sets neat prints into the snow
勻稱的足印踏進雪里
Between trees, and warily a lame
在樹林間，機警地，一個瘸行的
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
影子緩緩移動，倚著樹樁，投進地洞里
Of a body that is bold to come
它屬于一個呼之欲出的身體
Across clearings, an eye,
穿行于空地，一只眼睛，
A widening deepening greenness,
漸寬漸深的綠，
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
閃亮地，全神貫注地，
Coming about its own business
兀自游蕩
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
直至，帶著一股驟然而至的濃烈狐臭
It enters the dark hole of the head.
它進入腦中的暗洞里。
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
窗外依然無星；鐘聲嘀嗒，
The page is printed.
紙頁上寫好了文字。
