草地里细长的小家伙，

偶然游曳而过。

也许你曾和他相遇，

也许太快，你未及留意。

无形的细浪分开草丛，

隐约的斑纹闪烁其中，

有什么爬过你的脚背？

一刹那就不见行踪。

他喜欢潮湿的沼泽，

喜欢阴冷的角落，

阳光会让他摊开身体——

仿佛解开紧缠的绳索。

看，一个赤脚的孩子走来，

想要把这“绳索”拾起，

而他立刻化作一道涟漪，

转眼绝尘而去。

我认识许多大自然的孩子，

就像熟悉的朋友，

每当想起他们，

便会满心欢喜。

而这草丛里的小家伙，

却总是独来独往，

伴随他的只有轻微的悉索，

只有透骨的冰凉。

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

Occasionally rides -

You may have met Him - did you not

His notice sudden is -

The Grass divides as with a Comb -

A spotted shaft is seen -

And then it closes at your feet

And opens further on -

He likes a Boggy Acre

A Floor too cool for Corn -

Yet when a Boy,and Barefoot -

I more than once at Noon

Have passed,I thought,a Whip lash

Unbraiding in the Sun

When stooping to secure it

It wrinkled,and was gone -

Several of Nature's People

I know,and they know me -

I feel for them a transport

Of cordiality -

But never met this Fellow

Attended, or alone

Without a tighter breathing

And Zero at the Bone -

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