在这里你会发现诗夜游诗人肯尼斯·斯莱索
黄色平台上的天然气燃烧;声音上下奔涌;镀银的冷凹牛奶罐;我半醒半醒地凝视着，拉上窗帘，一眨眼——所有的声音都被麻醉了;睡着的旅客缓缓地吹着风;发动机打呵欠;大滴的水;黑色的、阴险的旅客，笨重地向车站走来，一会儿站在窗口，挂在袋子上;匆匆而过的陌生面孔——贴着奇怪标签的盒子——都笨拙地摸索着走向神秘的终点，走出煤气灯，被私人命运拖着，他们的回声消失了。黑暗的火车摇晃着，颠簸着; bells cry out, the night-ride starts again. Soon I shall look out into nothing but blackness, pale, windy fields, the old roar and knock of the rails melts in dull fury. Pull down the blind. Sleep. Sleep Nothing but grey, rushing rivers of bush outside. Gaslight and milk-cans. Of Rapptown I recall nothing else.
