The horse is staring out to sea
from a sloping field not far
out of Aberdeen. I watch it from
the train to Dundee
It is stationary, staring for
the minute I have it in view,
It is a small brown horse,
possibly even a pony.
The sea is calm.The horse
looks like an old fisherman,
possibly even an old fish.
It’s difficult to imagine it ever
moving. It’s difficult to know
what it is thinking.
It is a difficult horse.
作者：威廉.尼尔.赫伯特
翻译：杨小滨
出品：读首诗再睡觉
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