《The Fisherman by W.B. Yeats》
《漁夫__(葉慈)》
Although I can see him still—雖然我仍認得他
The freckled man who goes那滿臉雀斑的他
To a gray place on a hill習慣前往迷濛山地
In gray Connemara clothes身穿康瑪拉粗衣
At dawn to cast his flies—在晨曦中揮竿釣魚
It’s long since I began如今過了一段時間
To call up to the eyes當我記起
This wise and simple man.這樸實智者
All day I’d looked in the face我整天向那張臉凝視 Continue reading