本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 20:26 编辑
海外先生应该不缺材料吧。 这里有一篇简单易懂的,不知合不合要求。
A Snail at Assisi
The snail shell has lain up here all summer long, I suppose. It
is smaller than my thumbnail, where it rests now, but it casts its light
shadow huge on the ground, and my shadow is there, following very
carefully. Already the light has taken my shadow into the air and
laid it down the slope below me, where it grows longer and longer,
always moving, yet hardly to be seen moving. The air is dry far up
here on the highest hill of Assisi, on the far side of the fortress wall
where the earth falls nearly straight down. Even as I squint in the
sun and try to bear it alive, I wonder how the tiny snail was alive and
climbed and climbed and made it all the way up to this pinnacle, the
armed building and the arrow-skewered wall. The great hollow
skeleton of this fortress is empty now, its back turned away from
Francis's solitary hill, its face still set grimly toward Perugia. The
snail is long gone, maybe lifted high into sunlight, devoured by song-
birds between one fortress and another. By this time, one more long
summer afternoon is nearly over. My shadow and the shadow of the
snail shell are one and the same.
James Wright
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