“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314) BY EMILY DICKINSON 给喜

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)

 

BY EMILY DICKINSON

 

“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 abash the little Bird 

That kept so many warm - 

 

I’ve heard it in the chillest land - 

And on the strangest Sea - 

Yet - never - in Extremity, 

It asked a crumb - of me.

 

“希望”长着翼和羽－

栖在灵魂里－

唱着无词的歌曲－

从来不停息－

 

听啊－这狂风中－最温柔的笙箫－

和着暴雨激扬－

给世人温暖的小鸟

风雨是否让你惊惶－

 

我曾在最寒冷的陆地听到－

也曾在最陌生的大海－

即使－在极地－它也从不，

索取丁点－我的关怀。