哈代

诗:Afterwards, by Thomas Hardy. 哈代《身后》

诗:Afterwards, by Thomas Hardy. 哈代《身后》

Afterwards By Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, “He was a man who used to notice such things”? If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid’s soundless blink, The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alight Upon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think, “To him this must have been a familiar sight.” If I pass during some nocturnal blackness, mothy and warm, When the hedgehog travels furtively over the…