Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers ,

That perches in the soul ,

And sings the tune without the words ,

And never stops - at all .

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard ;

And sore must be the storm ,

That could abash the little Bird,

That kept so many warm .

I’ve heard it in the chillest land ,

And on the strangest Sea ,

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

艾米莉·狄金森

希望是長(zhǎng)著翅膀的鳥兒，

棲居在人們的靈魂之中，

吟唱著沒有歌詞的曲調(diào)，

永無(wú)止息。

在風(fēng)暴中她的歌聲最為甜美，

風(fēng)暴必然會(huì)帶來(lái)痛苦，

風(fēng)暴會(huì)令小鳥窘困驚慌，

它卻留給我們?nèi)缢箿嘏?/p>

我已在最荒涼的陸地上聽到過(guò)它的歌唱，

也在最陌生的海洋中聽到，

但它縱然身處絕境，

也不向我索取分毫。