Hope is the thing with feathers

Emily Dickinson，艾米莉·迪金森 (美国)

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 abashed the little bird

That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land

And on the strangest sea

Yes, never, in extremity

Tasked a crumb of me

希望是长着羽毛的东西

希望是长着羽毛的东西

它栖息在灵魂里

唱着无词的歌儿

永远都不会停息

在狂风中我听见这最甜蜜的乐曲

疼痛一定是风暴本身

它能使小鸟局促不安

它拥有那么多温暖

我曾听见它啊

在最寒冷的土地上

也在最陌生的海域

是的，即使身处绝境

它从未向我索取过一点一滴