To Traffic by 文青:
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My car can screech, when a stop is in sight
For the freeway speed leaves me no Grace.
I hate thee to the level of everyday's
Most noisy deed, by men and traffic-light.
I hate thee greatly, as I like turning Right;
I hate thee purely, as my premium they Raise.
I hate thee with the passion put to use
In my beliefs, that I be at work at hour eighth.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to abuse
With my complaints,—I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee even if I drove a Benz.
Original:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.