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The Thought Fox I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Besides the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox's nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that now And again now, and now, and now Sets neat prints into the snow Between trees, and warily a lame Shadow lags by stump and in hollow Of a body that is bold to come Across clearings, an eye, A widening deepening greenness, Brilliantly, concentratedly, Coming about its own business Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed. The Year's at the Spring ! 一年之计在于春 Robert Browning--罗伯特·勃朗宁 The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his Heaven -All's right with the world! 正值一年之春， 又逢一日之晨; 晨光走到了七点; 山腰挂着露珠; 云雀展翅高飞; 蜗牛爬上了荆棘: 上帝在自己的天堂里—— 尘世间一派井然! Annunciation He has come from the garden, leaving no shadow, no footprint in the dew: They hold each other's gaze2 at the point of balance: everything streaming towards this moment, streaming away. A word will set the seed of life and death, the over-shadowing of this girl by a feathered dark. But not yet: not quite yet. How will she remember the silence of that endless moment? Or the end, when it all began -the first of seven joys before the seven sorrows? She will remember the aftersong because she is only human. One day she'll wake with wings, or wake and find them gone.