猎书者

凌风 译

一杯咖啡，蛋，和面包入肚
　　已夠撐他逛整个上午：
　　全不在意经过的行人阿谁，
　　他蹒跚的走着眼帘低垂；
　　他穿着奇異的旧帽和外衣，
　　显明那样式早已经过时；
　　看来他像是心不在焉，—
　　踉跄的步伐，从这边到那边。
　　他对於时髦，光亮櫥窗的店铺
　　全然是虛华，—不曾停步瞻顾。
　　他的思想定在尘封的卷帙
　　隐埋在发霉的书架那里。

　　The Book-Hunter

A cup of coffee, eggs, and rolls
Sustain him on his morning strolls:
Unconscious of the passers-by,
He trudges on with downcast eye;
He wears a queer old hat and coat,
Suggestive of a style remote;
His manner is preoccupied,—
A shambling gait, from side to side.
For him the sleek, bright-windowed shop
Is all in vain,—he does not stop.
His thoughts are fixed on dusty shelves
Where musty volumes hide themselves.

Frank Dempster Sherman, 1885