lgbt pride month 终于结束了, 读到这首诗, 看生平, 才知诗人是蕾丝, 因年代所迫, 不能出柜, 估计如果能, 也会去游行, 而不会留下诗了。
Twilight
Sara Teasdale
Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.
暮光
落在屋顶的梦
是凄冷的春雨;
绕着孤树的歌
是鸟儿的痴语。
落在大地的篷
是舒缓的夜曲;
像鸟儿我的心唱着
痴语, 痴语, 痴语。