The Mower

The Mower By Philip Larkin The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time. 割草机——菲利普·拉金 割草机抛锚了两次；我跪下发现 一只刺猬卡在刀片中间， 它被杀死了。它曾在高高的草丛里。 我以前见过它，甚至还喂过它，一次。 现在我伤害了它的小世界 无法挽回。埋葬也无济于事； 第二天早上，我起床了，它却没起。 死亡事件后的第一天，新的空缺，一如往常； 我们应该相互顾念， 我们应该善良仁慈 在我们仍然可以之时。