《我从未看过荒原》
我从未看过荒原--
我从未看过海洋--
可我知道石楠的容貌
和狂涛巨浪。
我从未与上帝交谈
也不曾拜访过天堂--
可我好像已通过检查
一定会到那个地方 。
I never saw a moor
I never saw a Moor--
I never saw the Sea--
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven--
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given--
《云暗》
天低又复云暗，
飞过雪花一片。
穿越车辙马圈，
去留择决艰难。
谁人这样待风，
令其整天抱怨。
自然犹如我等，
时常没戴皇冠。
Be clouded
THE sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
《战场》
他们雪片般落下，他们流星般落下，
象一朵玫瑰花的花瓣纷纷落下，
当风的手指忽然间
穿划过六月初夏。
在眼睛不能发现的地方，--
他们凋零于不透缝隙的草丛；
但上帝摊开他无赦的名单
依然能传唤每一副面孔。
The Battlefield
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
《我没有时间憎恨》
我没有时间憎恨，因为
坟墓会将我阻止，
而生命并非如此简单
能使我敌意终止。
我也没时间去爱，
仅因为必须有点勤奋，
我以为爱的那少许辛苦
对我已是足够莫大难忍。
I had no time to hate
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
我的河儿流向你
我的河儿流向你--
蓝色的海! 会否欢迎我?
我的河儿待回响--
大海啊--样子亲切慈祥--
我将给你请来小溪
从弄污的角落里--
说呀--大海--接纳我!
（162）
My River runs to thee—
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
My River waits reply—
Oh sea—look graciously—
I’ll fetch thee Brooks
From spotted nooks—
Say—Sea—Take me!
它是个这样小的小船
东倒西歪下了港湾！
何等雄浑壮观的大海
吸引着它离远！
如此贪婪强烈的波浪
拍打着它离开海岸；
未曾猜到这庄严宏伟的风帆
我的手工小船还是迷失不见！
（107）
‘Twas such a little - little boat
That toddled down the bay!
‘Twas such a gallant - gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
‘Twas such a greedy - greedy wave
That licked it from the Coast -
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!
我信守我的誓言
我信守我的誓言。
我未曾被召唤-
死神没有通知我，
我带着我的玫瑰。
我再次发誓，
以每只神圣的蜜蜂-
以从山坡唤来的雏菊-
以来自小巷的食米鸟的名义。
花朵和我-
她的誓言和我的-
一定将再来一次。
I keep my pledge.
I was not called -
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.
I plight again,
By every sainted Bee -
By Daisy called from hillside -
By Bobolink from lane.
Blossom and I -
Her oath, and mine -
Will surely come again.
天使
天使，在清晨时分
许在露中看到她们，
弯腰-采摘-微笑-飞翔-
难道这花蕾属于她们？
天使，当烈日如火
许在沙中看到她们
弯腰-采摘-微笑-飞翔-
她们带走的花儿已烤成干身。
Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping - plucking - smiling - flying -
Do the Buds to them belong?
Angels, when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping - plucking - smiling - flying -
Parched the flowers they bear along.
I DIED for beauty
/Emily Dickinson
I DIED for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,—the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
