The Mower

By Philip Larkin 

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found   

A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,   

Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.   

Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world   

Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.

The first day after a death, the new absence   

Is always the same; 

we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind   

While there is still time.

割草机——菲利普·拉金

割草机抛锚了两次；我跪下发现
一只刺猬卡在刀片中间，
它被杀死了。它曾在高高的草丛里。

我以前见过它，甚至还喂过它，一次。
现在我伤害了它的小世界
无法挽回。埋葬也无济于事；

第二天早上，我起床了，它却没起。
死亡事件后的第一天，新的空缺，一如往常；

我们应该相互顾念，

我们应该善良仁慈
在我们仍然可以之时。