我曾感受一个葬礼，在我脑海里
文/ 艾米莉 · 狄金森
译/Yimusanfendi
我曾感受一个葬礼，在我脑海里
送葬的人们来来去去
不停地踩踏 -- 踩踏 -- 直到似乎是
"感觉” 正在突破而出
当他们全部坐定，
一个仪式，象一只鼓 --
一直敲打 -- 敲打 -- 直到我以为
我的意识快要变麻木 --
然后我听到他们举起一个箱子
吱吱咿咿横过我的灵魂
穿着那些同样的铅靴，再一次，
然后空间 -- 开始长鸣，
正如所有天空都是一只钟，
且存在，不过是一只耳朵，
并我，和静默，某种奇怪的竞赛，
毁坏的残骸，孤独，这个场所--
然后理智的木地板，破碎，
且我掉了下去，并掉下去 --
每下沉一次，就撞击一个世界，
并且不再知晓 -- 然后 --
（July 7 2017 译定）
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –
