精美英文欣赏:一个农民

（单词翻译）

I ago Prytherch his name, though, be allowed,

Just an ordinary man of the bald Welsh hill

Who pens a few sheep in a gap of cloud.

Docking mangel chipping the green skin

From the yellow bones with a half-witted grin

Of satisfaction, or churning the crude earth

To a stiff sea of clods that glint in the wind--

So are his days spent, his spittled mirth

Rarer than the sun that cracks the cheeks

Of the gaunt sky perhaps once in a week.

And then at night see him fixed¹ in his chair

Motionless except when he leans to gob in the fire.

There is something frightening in the vacancy² of his mind.

His clothe sour with years of sweat

And animal contact, shock the refined,

But affected³, sense with their stark⁴ naturalness.

Yet this is your prototype, who season by season

Against siege of rain and the wind’s attrition,

Preserves his stock, an impregnable fortress⁵

Not to be stormed even in death’s confusion.

Remember him then, for he, too, is a winner of wars

Enduring like a tree under the curious stars.

且说他名叫埃古·普莱瑟奇，尽管他

只是光秃秃的威尔士丘陵中的一个普通人，

他在云雾弥漫的山谷里圈养了几只绵羊。

割掉甜菜叶，削去青皮，

露出黄色的甜菜头，他就傻乎乎地咧开嘴笑，

很满足，或者把一块荒地

开凿成许多硬邦邦的土块，散落在风中发亮——

他就这样过着日子，他的放声大笑

很少见，还不如太阳穿透当地阴沉天空的次数，

一星期太阳或许还能露出一次笑脸。

到了夜晚，你可以看见他坐在自己的椅子上

一动不动，除非要起身朝炉火吐口痰。

他脑子空白，这一点有些令人恐惧。

他的衣服，散发着陈年的汗臭

和牲口的气味，以赤裸裸的自然面貌，

吓坏了那些自命高雅而虚伪的人。

然而这就是你的原型，一季复一季

抵抗雨的围攻，风的销蚀，

他保卫着他的畜群，一个坚不可摧的堡垒，

即便在受死亡威胁的慌乱中也不会被突袭。

那么记住他吧，因为他也是战斗中的一个胜利者，

如好奇的群星下的一棵树那样不朽。