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。