獵書者

凌風 譯

一杯咖啡，蛋，和麵包入肚
　　已夠撐他逛整個上午：
　　全不在意經過的行人阿誰，
　　他蹣跚的走着眼簾低垂；
　　他穿着奇異的舊帽和外衣，
　　顯明那樣式早已經過時；
　　看來他像是心不在焉，—
　　踉蹌的步伐，從這邊到那邊。
　　他對於時髦，光亮櫥窗的店鋪
　　全然是虛華，—不曾停步瞻顧。
　　他的思想定在塵封的卷帙
　　隱埋在發霉的書架那裏。

　　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