——W. Blunt
Today, all day, I rode upon the Down,
With hounds and horsemen, a brave company.
On this side in its glory lay the sea,
On that the Sussex Weald, a sea of brown.
The wind was light, and brightly the sun shone,
And still we galloped on from gorse to gorse.
And once, when checked, a thrush sang, and my horse
Pricked his quick ears as to a sound unknown.
I knew the spring was come. I knew it even
Better than all by this, that through my chase
In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven
I seemed to see and follow still your face.
Your face my quarry was. For it I rode,
My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.
布倫特[1]
今天,我一直騎馬奔馳在多恩,
獵犬和騎士組成勇敢的一群。
壯麗無比的大海就在這邊,
那邊是褐色的薩塞克斯森林。
風輕輕地吹,太陽金光閃閃,
我們騎馬越過遍布金雀花的山岡。
有一回我勒住馬,傾聽畫眉歌吟,
馬伸長耳朵,也在聽這陌生的聲音。
我知道,春天已經(jīng)來到這里,
這一點我比任何人都清楚:
捕獵中穿越灌木、山丘和海天,
我似乎一直在把你的臉追尋。
你的臉是我的獵物,我為此驅(qū)馳,
我的馬權充羽翼,神就是我自己。
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[1]威爾夫萊德·布倫特(Wilfrid Scawen Blunt,1840—1922),詩人,阿拉伯語學者,1869年娶拜倫的孫女為妻:生活的態(tài)度,詩歌的風格都有刻意效仿拜倫的傾向。政治上支持印度、愛爾蘭獨立,一度入獄。主要詩歌作品有《普羅托斯的十四行詩和歌》。