| 描述： | World Below the Brine by Walt Whitman The world below the brine, Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves, Sealettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play of light through the water, Dumb swimmers there among the rocks, coral, gluten, grass, rushes, and the aliment of the swimmers, Sluggish existences grazing there suspended, or slowly crawling close to the bottom, The spermwhale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting with his flukes, The leadeneyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy sealeopard, and the stingray, Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those oceandepths, breathing that thickbreathing air, as so many do, The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by beings like us who walk this sphere, The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres. |