Fog
By Carl Sandgurg
The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking.
Over harbor and cityon silent haunches
and then moves on.
霧
當(dāng)濃霧到來,
落到小貓的指尖,
它就這樣安靜的蹲著,
遙望城市和港灣,
然后轉(zhuǎn)身離開。
此詩歌就意境本身已經(jīng)精致到無可挑剔,但是再看詩歌本身,詞句組合也正形如一只蹲著的小貓。