英語詩歌閱讀：The Thought Fox

I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
    Something else is alive
    Besides the clock's loneliness
    And this blank page where my fingers move.
    Through the window I see no star:
    Something more near
    Though deeper within darkness
    Is entering the loneliness:
    Cold, delicately as the dark snow,
    A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
    Two eyes serve a movement, that now
    And again now, and now, and now
    Sets neat prints into the snow
    Between trees, and warily a lame
    Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
    Of a body that is bold to come
    Across clearings, an eye,
    A widening deepening greenness,
    Brilliantly, concentratedly,
    Coming about its own business
    Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox
    It enters the dark hole of the head.
    The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
    The page is printed.