艾米莉·狄金森的十首诗

没有一艘船能像一本书

 

没有一艘船能像一本书

也没有一匹骏马能像

一页跳跃着的诗行那样

把人带往远方。

这条路最穷的人也能走

不必为通行税伤神

这是何等节俭的车

承载着人的灵魂。

“玫瑰的荆棘”

A sepal, petal, and a thorn

Upon a common summer's morn ——

A flask of Dew —— A Bee or two ——

A Breeze —— a caper in the trees ——

And I'm a Rose!

一个萼片，一叶花瓣，和一根荆棘

在一个普通的夏日晨曦—

一瓶露水—一只或两只蜜蜂—

一缕轻风—一株马槟榔长在树林里—

而我，则是一朵玫瑰!

我从未看过荒原 

我从未看过荒原-- 

我从未看过海洋-- 

可我知道石楠的容貌 

和狂涛巨浪。 

我从未与上帝交谈 

也不曾拜访过天堂-- 

可我好像已通过检查 

一定会到那个地方 。 

I never saw a moor 

I never saw a Moor-- 

I never saw the Sea-- 

Yet know I how the Heather looks 

And what a Billow be. 

I never spoke with God 

Nor visited in Heaven-- 

Yet certain am I of the spot 

As if the Checks were given-- 

云暗 

天低又复云暗， 

飞过雪花一片。 

穿越车辙马圈， 

去留择决艰难。 

谁人这样待风， 

令其整天抱怨。 

自然犹如我等， 

时常没戴皇冠。 

Beclouded 

THE sky is low, the clouds are mean, 

A travelling flake of snow 

Across a barn or through a rut 

Debates if it will go. 

A narrow wind complains all day 

How some one treated him; 

Nature, like us, is sometimes caught 

Without her diadem. 

我是无名之辈! 你是谁? 

我是无名之辈! 你是谁? 

你也是无名之辈吗? 

那么我们为一对! 

别说! 他们会传开去-- 你知道! 

多无聊-- 是-- 某某名人! 

多招摇-- 象个青蛙-- 

告诉你的名字 -- 漫长的六月-- 

给一片赞赏的沼泽! 

I’M Nobody! Who are you? 

I’M Nobody! Who are you? 

Are you--Nobody--too? 

Then there’s a pair of us! 

Dont tell! they’d advertise--you know! 

How dreary--to be--Somebody! 

How public--like a Frog-- 

To tell your name--the livelong June-- 

To an admiring Bog! 

" 信念" 是个微妙的发明 

" 信念" 是个微妙的发明 

当绅士们能看见的时候-- 

但显微镜却是谨慎的 

在紧急的时候。 

"Faith" is a fine invention 

"FAITH" is a fine invention 

When Gentlemen can see-- 

But Microsopes are prudent 

In an Emergency. 

逃亡 

我一听说"逃亡"这个词 

血液就加快奔流, 

一个突然的期望, 

一个想飞的冲动。 

我从未听说敞开的监狱 

被战士们攻陷, 

但我幼稚的用力拖我的围栏-- 

只不过再失败! 

Escape 

I NEVER hear the word "escape" 

Without a quicker blood, 

A sudden expectation, 

A flying attitude. 

I never hear of prisons broad 

by soldiers battered down, 

But I tug childish at my bars-- 

Only to fail again! 

希望 

" 希望" 是物长着羽毛 

寄居在灵魂里， 

唱着没有词的曲调， 

绝无丝毫停息， 

微风吹送最为甘甜 

暴雨致痛无疑 

能够使得小鸟不安 

保有此多暖意。 

听它越过奇妙大海 

飞遍严寒田地 

可它不要我面包屑 

哪怕饥饿至极。 

"Hope" 

"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. 

Emily Dickinson (1861) 

战场 

他们雪片般落下，他们流星般落下， 

象一朵玫瑰花的花瓣纷纷落下， 

当风的手指忽然间 

穿划过六月初夏。 

在眼睛不能发现的地方，-- 

他们凋零于不透缝隙的草丛； 

但上帝摊开他无赦的名单 

依然能传唤每一副面孔。 

The Battlefield 

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, 

Like petals from a rose, 

When suddenly across the June 

A wind with fingers goes. 

They perished in the seamless grass, -- 

No eye could find the place; 

But God on his repealless list 

Can summon every face. 

我没有时间憎恨 

我没有时间憎恨，因为 

坟墓会将我阻止， 

而生命并非如此简单 

能使我敌意终止。 

我也没时间去爱， 

仅因为必须有点勤奋， 

我以为爱的那少许辛苦 

对我已是足够莫大难忍。 

I had no time to hate, because 

I had no time to hate, because 

The grave would hinder me, 

And life was not so sample I 

Could finish enmity. 

Nor had I time to love, but since 

Some industry must be, 

The little toil of love, I thought, 

Was large enough for me. 

我的河儿流向你 

我的河儿流向你-- 

蓝色的海! 会否欢迎我? 

我的河儿待回响-- 

大海啊--样子亲切慈祥-- 

我将给你请来小溪 

从弄污的角落里-- 

说呀--大海--接纳我! 

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My River runs to thee— 

Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? 

My River waits reply— 

Oh sea—look graciously— 

I’ll fetch thee Brooks 

From spotted nooks— 

Say—Sea—Take me!