Emily Dickinson

“Hope is the thing with feathers”

“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”是那长羽毛的东西—

栖息在灵魂里—

唱着无词之曲—

从不停息— 从不停息—

风暴面前曲最动听—

除遇超级狂暴—

小鸟不会停声—

灵魂小鸟好暖人心—

在最冷的陆地有它曲调—

在最偏的海上我也听到—

无论小鸟哪里鸣叫—

一滴报偿都不需要—

(毗陵居士译）