Seamus heaney
Death of a Naturalist
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.
Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles
Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell.
There were dragon-flies, spotted butterflies,
But best of all was the warm thick slobber
Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water
In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring
I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied
Specks to range on window-sills at home,
On shelves at school, and wait and watch until
The fattening dots burst into nimble-
Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how
The daddy frog was called a bullfrog
And how he croaked and how the mammy frog
Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was
Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too
For they were yellow in the sun and brown
In rain.
Then one hot day when fields were rank
With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs
Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges
To a coarse croaking that I had not heard
Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus.
Right down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked
On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:
The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat
Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting.
I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings
Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew
That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.
Kematian seorang NaturalisSepanjang tahun, bendungan rami membara di hatiDari kota; hijau dan berat menujuFlax telah membusuk di sana, tertimbang oleh potongan-potongan besar.Harian itu berubah panas dalam matahari yang menghukum.Bubbles berkumur dengan hati-hati, bluebottlesCuci kain kasa yang kuat dari suara di sekitar bau.Ada lalat naga, kupu-kupu yang terlihat,Tapi yang terbaik dari semua adalah slobber tebal yang hangatDari frogspawn yang tumbuh seperti genangan airDi bawah naungan bank. Di sini, setiap musim semiAku akan mengisi jampotfuls dari dibekukanSpek untuk rentang di kusen jendela di rumah,Di rak di sekolah, dan tunggu dan nonton sampaiTitik penggemukan meledak menjadi gesit-Berenang berudu. Miss Walls akan memberitahu kita bagaimana caranyaKatak ayah itu disebut katakDan bagaimana dia serak dan bagaimana katak mamyam ituSediakan ratusan telur kecil dan iniFrogspawn. Anda juga bisa tahu cuaca dengan kodokKarena warnanya kuning di bawah sinar matahari dan coklatDalam hujanLalu satu hari yang panas saat ladang berada di peringkatDengan cowdung di rumput kodok marahMenyerang bendungan rami; Aku menunduk melewati pagar tanamanUntuk suara kasar yang belum pernah saya dengarSebelum. Udara terasa tebal dengan paduan suara bass.Tepat di bawah bendungan katak kotor itu mengokangDi sods; leher lepas mereka berdenyut seperti layar. Beberapa melompat:Pukulan dan pukulan itu adalah ancaman yang tidak senonoh. Beberapa dudukTerlihat seperti granat lumpur, kepala mereka yang tumpul kentut.Aku muak, berbalik, dan berlari. Raja lendir yang besarAda berkumpul di sana untuk membalas dendam dan aku tahuBahwa jika saya mencelupkan tangan saya maka bibit akan mencengkeramnya.
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