惠特曼的诗不美，向来不是我所偏爱。今天看到这首，译来消遣。

那一瞥，穿过人群的缝隙
在一个酒吧，工人和司机围着炉火
一个冬日的深夜——我坐在角落不声不响
窥见一个少年，他喜欢我，我也爱着他，正悄悄过来，
坐在我近旁，他握着我的手；
很久很久，在来来往往、醉酒赌咒和粗俗笑话的喧嚣中
我们两个，两情相悦，心满意足，话儿不多，
或许什么也不说。

A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night--And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going--of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.

很怀疑这首诗中的情趣取向，惠特曼有断背之嫌？
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