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TELEOLOGY

I stop in the morning light,

I'm in the countryside,

In the place where, as a child,

I knew the full presence of the world,

In the place where I heard, one midday,

Near my grandfather's well,

The happy voice of Thalia.

It was there I once loved

The virginal song of larks,

The friendly mewing

Of Buttercup, the little cat.

This is a world which one can never forget

A world which has now become other,

Not flesh of my flesh,

But word, shiver, image, poem,

The meeting point of the whole of beauty with

all the fullness of a soul

Attentive to thrilling reflections,

To murmurs full of an exultant sweetness,

To satin shadows, to elusive figures

Which throw into focus the underlying finality

In the nature of things.

Have I read The Nichomaean Ethics

And Aristotle's Protepticus too many times?

o the intimate luxury

Of childhood memories!

The urgent necessity of superfluous things!

目的论

我在晨光中停下来,

我是在乡间,

在那里,幼小的我知道

整个世界的存在,

有一天中午,我听到,

在靠近我祖父的水井的地方,

塔利亚(注)快乐的声音。

就在那里我曾爱过

云雀纯洁的歌声,

那只名叫毛毛的小猫

友善的喵喵。

这是一个你永远无法忘怀的世界

一个现在变成了别的,

不是我肉体的肉体,

只是言辞,颤动,意象,诗歌,

所有的美与整个灵魂的

交汇点

关注激荡的倒影,

关注充满甜蜜狂喜的喃喃,

关注绸缎般的影子,关注难以捉摸的身影

它们把潜存的势所难免的定局

投入了焦点。

是不是我读了太多遍阿里斯多德的伦理学

和他的哲学书?

啊儿时记忆

亲密的奢侈!

无关紧要事物的迫切需要!

注:塔利亚(Thalia),希腊神话主管喜剧和田园诗的女神。