Impressions

I

Les Silhouettes

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,

The dull dead wind is out of tune,

And like a withered leaf the moon

Is blown across the stormy bay.



Etched clear upon the pallid sand

Lies the black boat: a sailor boy

Clambers aboard in careless joy

With laughing face and gleaming hand.



And overhead the curlews cry,

Where through the dusky upland grass

The young brown-throated reapers pass,

Like silhouettes against the sky.



II

La Fuite de la Lune

To outer senses there is peace,

A dreamy peace on either hand,

Deep silence in the shadowy land,

Deep silence where the shadows cease.



Save for a cry that echoes shrill

From some lone bird disconsolate;

A corncrake calling to its mate;

The answer from the misty hill.



And suddenly the moon withdraws

Her sickle from the lightening skies,

And to her sombre cavern flies,

Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.

印　象

I

剪影

灰色的线条点缀着大海，

死沉沉的风不成调地胡吹，

月亮像一片树叶已枯萎，

被吹过了风暴大作的海湾。



一只黑色的小船蚀刻

在苍白沙滩上：少年水手

兴高采烈地爬上船，

满面含笑，手背亮晶晶。



麻鹬在头顶上空尖叫，

一个年轻的棕肤刈割者

穿越茂密的高地草丛，

仿佛映衬天空的一幅剪影。



II

月之逃逸

外部感觉上一片安宁，

每只手栖息着梦的静谧，

阴影笼罩的地方万籁俱寂，

阴影止步的地方也阒然无声。



一只孤独而忧郁的鸟

尖叫一声，引发了回响；

一只秧鸡在呼唤它的同伴；

回应来自雾蒙蒙的山冈。



突然，在璀璨的天空

月亮藏起她的镰刀，

裹着淡黄色的薄纱，

一直飞向她幽暗的洞孔。