好詩獻(xiàn)給你 第64期:思想之狐 The Thought Fox

The Thought Fox—Ted Hughes

思想之狐——特德休斯

I imagine this midnight moment's forest:

我設(shè)想這午夜時(shí)分的森林：

Something else is alive

別的什么尚在活動(dòng)

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(jìn)入這孤寂中：

Cold, delicately as the dark snow

清冷，優(yōu)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(xì)枝，葉瓣;

Two eyes serve a movement, that now

兩只眼睛轉(zhuǎn)動(dòng)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(jìn)雪里

Between trees, and warily a lame

在樹林間，機(jī)警地，一個(gè)瘸行的

Shadow lags by stump and in hollow

影子緩緩移動(dòng)，倚著樹樁，投進(jìn)地洞里

Of a body that is bold to come

它屬于一個(gè)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(jìn)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。