by Thom Gunn
The snail pushes through a green
night, for the grass is heavy
with water and meets over
the bright path he makes, where rain
has darkened the earth's dark. He
moves in a wood of desire,
pale antlers barely stirring
as he hunts. I cannot tell
what power is at work, drenched there
with purpose, knowing nothing.
What is a snail's fury? All
I think is that if later
I parted the blades above
the tunnel and saw the thin
trail of broken white across
litter, I would never have
imagined the slow passion
to that deliberate progress.
蝸牛感懷
蝸牛用觸角推進墨綠色的
夜晚，因為草葉上濕漉漉
沾滿水珠，耷拉著交織在
它推出的明亮小徑，雨在上面
使大地的昏暗更加昏暗。它
在欲望之林中緩緩蠕動。
它捕食時，蒼白的觸角
幾乎不動。我無法說出
什么力量起作用，在那里
浸透于百思不解的思緒中。
蝸牛的憤懣何在?我僅僅
這樣遐想：即使稍后一些時候
我撥開蝸牛爬過的路上的葉片，
但見它留下的細細痕跡
粘著破碎的白色微粒，穿過
垃圾碎屑，那我也難以想像
伴隨它從容前進的
徐遲緩慢的激情。
公眾號
事業單位
當前位置：
公考類
招聘類
各類考試
