艾米莉•狄金森

Hope is the thing with feathers

希望是長(zhǎng)著羽毛的小鳥

That perches in the soul

棲身于靈魂故里

And sings the tune without the words

它哼著沒有歌詞的小曲兒

And never stops at all

永不停息

And sweetest in the gale is heard

它在狂風(fēng)中歌唱著快樂

And sore must be the storm

在暴雨里領(lǐng)略著險(xiǎn)惡

That could abash the little bird

猛烈的暴風(fēng)雨讓它品嘗著不安

That kept so many warm

而它還是感到幾多溫暖

Ive heard it in the chilliest land

我聽到它鳴唱于最寒冷的陸地

And on the strangest sea

或者在最陌生的海洋

Yet, never, in extremity

即使陷入絕境

It asked a crumb of me

也未曾向我討要一點(diǎn)兒口糧

（搖曳生香摘）