九月
（泰德·休斯/作，张文武/译）
我们坐到很晚，看着黑暗慢慢展开：
没有钟表计算时间。
在持续的热吻和拥抱中，
没有人去看时间。
是仲夏。肥硕的叶子安静地垂着：
眼睛后面的星星，
袖口丝绸下的海洋，告诉我们
时间不存在了。
我们站着；树叶没有为这个夏天计时。
不需要时钟来告诉我们
我们只有记忆：
时间在我们的脑中呼啸，
多像那倒霉的国王与王后的头
在暴民当政之时，
树木将他们的王冠静静地
抛入池中。
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We sit
late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the arms hold
There is no telling where time is.
It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell
Time is nowhere.
We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.
No clock now needs
Tell we have only what we remember:
Minutes uproaring with our heads
Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's
When the senseless mob rules;
And quietly the trees casting their crowns
Into the pools.
Ted Hughes
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