Charles Tomlinson - How Still the Hawk 汉译

How still the hawk

Hangs innocent above

Its native wood:

Distance, that purifies the act

Of all intent, has graced

Intent with beauty.

Beauty must lie

As innocence must harm

Whose end (sited,

Held) is naked

Like the map it cowers on.

And the doom drops:

Plummet of peace

To him who does not share

The nearness and the need,

The shriveled circle

Of magnetic fear.

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