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冬日的下午,
有一种倾斜的光,
压抑,像教堂音乐
一样沉重。
它造成神圣的创伤;
我们却找不到伤疤,
但是内心的变化便是意义所在。
无人能够讲解它,
它是绝望的封印,
一种帝王的折磨从天而降。
它来时,风景在倾听,
阴影屏住呼吸;
它走时,就像遥望死亡不
可企及的距离。
THERE’S a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
’T is the seal, despair,
— An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens, Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ’t is like the distance
On the look of death.


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