"教堂" - by: D. H. Lawrence
合唱班的男童，
正吟咏着和声。
早晨的光芒，
洒落于唇。
如若闪闪银溪流动
在音乐的天河浮沉。
高窗外，
猝然有只乌鸦飞落，
在枯残的，
颓愁的梧桐树顶，
伴着空旷和阳光
栖停。
一只飞禽，一团麻乌，
默默蜷缩
在残老的树顶!
在那神圣晶莹的天堂
点缀一滴漆黑的泥尘。
如若一沫浓黯的墨浆，
淌漾散失在我们
温暖和神圣的醉液里，
把我们圣洁的日子
渗染黑深。
In Church - by: D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
IN the choir the boys are singing the hymn.
The morning light on their lips
Moves in silver-moist flashes, in musical trim.
Sudden outside the high window, one crow
Hangs in the air
And lights on a withered oak-tree's top of woe.
One bird, one blot, folded and still at the top
Of the withered tree!--in the grail
Of crystal heaven falls one full black drop.
Like a soft full drop of darkness it seems to sway
In the tender wine
Of our Sabbath, suffusing our sacred day.
