James Henry Leigh Hunt - The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit 汉译

TO A FISH

You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced,

Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea,

Gulping salt-water everlastingly,

Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced,

5 And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste;

And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be—

Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry,

Legless, unloving, infamously chaste—

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O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,

10 What is’t ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles?

How do ye vary your vile days and nights?

How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles

In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes, and bites,

And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles?

A FISH ANSWERS

15 Amazing monster! that, for aught I know,

With the first sight of thee didst make our race

Forever stare! Oh flat and shocking face,

Grimly divided from the breast below!

Thou that on dry land horribly dost go

20 With a split body and most ridiculous pace,

Prong after prong, disgracer of all grace,

Long-useless-finned, haired, upright, unwet, slow!