好诗献给你 (72)暗处的鸫鸟 The Darkling Thrush

The Darkling Thrush 暗处的鸫鸟 Thomas Hardy 托马斯哈代 I leant upon a coppice gate 我倚在以树丛做篱的门边, When Frost was spectre-gray, 寒霜像幽灵般发灰, And Winter’s dregs made desolate 冬的沉渣使那白日之眼 The weakening eye of day. 在苍白中更添憔悴。 The tangled bine-stems scored the sky 纠缠的藤蔓在天上划线, Like string...

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