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