Emily Dickinson
If you come in autumn,
I will miss the summer
Half smiling, half contemptuous,
Just like a housewife is a fly.
If I can see you in a year,
I will wrap the month into a ball,
Put them in separate drawers,
Until their time comes.
If the delay is only a few centuries,
I'll count it by hand,
Subtract until my finger falls
Enter the land of Van Diemen.
If you are sure, when this life is over,
Yours and mine should be,
I'll throw it out like a peel,
Taste eternity.
But now, I don't even know the length
Wings with uncertain time,
It stimulates me, like a leprechaun,
That won't explain its stinging.
If you can come in autumn,
I will dust off the summer dust with a duster,
Half contemptuous and half smiling,
Drive away flies like a housekeeper.
If I can see you in a year,
I'll pack these months into a ball-
Stored in different drawers,
In case you're confused about the date-
If it only takes a few centuries,
I'll use my hands to calculate-
Bend your fingers one by one until
Everyone fell in the country of death.
If you know that parties are in life-
Your life with me, eventually-
I'm willing to give up my life-
It's like throwing away a peel—
But it's hard to be sure now
How long is the interval-
This situation stings me like a demon bee-
Keep a secret. It's a sting.
Then there are some short poems, all translated after the original text. A paragraph of English plus a paragraph of Chinese is a paragraph (because many of them have no titles ...)
Emily Dickinson (1830 ~ 1886) is an American hermit poetess. She wrote over 1700 refreshing short poems before her death, but after her death, she was unknown and became famous. Her poetic style is unique, and she is famous for her delicate writing, keen observation and outstanding images. Themes are mostly nature, death and immortality.
I've never met a moor.
I've never met a moor-
I've never seen the sea-
But I know how heather looks.
What a big wave.
I've never spoken to God.
I've never been to heaven-
However, I'm sure the scene
It's like a check is-
I've never seen a wasteland-
I've never seen the sea-
But I know Heather's face.
And rough waves.
I've never talked to God.
I've never been to heaven-
But I seem to have passed the inspection.
I will definitely go to that place.
deceive
The sky is low, the clouds are low,
A moving snowflake
Through a barn or rut
Debate about whether it will go.
The narrow wind complains all day.
How someone treats him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught.
Without her crown.
The sky is low and cloudy,
Fly over a snowflake.
Through the rutted stables,
It is difficult to decide whether to stay.
Who treats the wind like this,
Let it complain all day.
Nature, like us,
There is usually no crown.
I am nobody! Who are you?
I am nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then we are a couple!
Don't say it! They'll advertise.-You know!
How boring it is to be a big shot!
How public-like a frog-
Say your name-all June-
Go to an enviable swamp!
I am nobody! Who are you?
Are you a nobody, too
Then let's be a couple!
Stop it! They will spread.-You know that!
How boring-it's a celebrity!
How ostentatious-like a frog-
Say your name-Long June-
Give a swamp of appreciation!
Faith is a very good invention.
Faith is a very good invention.
When gentlemen can see-
But the microscope is cautious.
In an emergency.
Faith is a subtle invention.
When gentlemen can see-
But the microscope is cautious.
In an emergency.
run away
I've never heard the word "escape"
Without faster blood,
Sudden expectations,
Flying posture.
I've never heard of prison
The defeated soldiers,
But I pulled my railing childishly-
Only to fail again!
As soon as I heard the word "escape"
Blood flow is accelerated,
Sudden expectations,
The urge to fly.
I have never heard of an open prison.
Knocked down by the soldiers,
But I dragged the fence childishly-
Just failed again!
"hope"
Hope is something with feathers.
Perched in the soul,
Singing songs without lyrics,
Never stop,
Hear the sweetest sound in the strong wind;
The storm must be very painful
That will make the birds shy.
Let many people feel warm.
I heard it in the coldest place,
In the strangest sea;
However, in extreme cases,
It asked me a crumb.
"Hope" is that things have feathers.
Living in the soul,
Singing songs without lyrics,
Never stop,
Breeze is the sweetest.
There is no doubt that heavy rain will cause pain.
Will upset the birds.
Keep this warm.
Listen to it cross the wonderful ocean.
Fly over the cold fields
But it doesn't want my bread crumbs.
Even if you are extremely hungry.
The heart demands happiness first.
The heart first asks for happiness,
Then, look for excuses from the pain;
Then, those little painkillers
Relieve the pain;
Then, go to bed;
Then, if it should be
The will of its judges,
Freedom to die.
The heart needs pleasure first.
Then ask for pain relief;
After that, I want those little painkillers.
Relieve the pain;
Then, ask for sleep;
As the judge wishes.
And then it should be
Ask for the freedom to die.
compensate
For every moment of ecstasy
We must pay a painful price.
In a sharp and trembling proportion
To ecstasy.
For every beloved hour
Years of meager income,
Fierce competition
A money box full of tears.
For every moment of ecstasy
We must pay for the pain,
Sting and tremor
In direct proportion to ecstasy.
For every beautiful moment.
Will be compensated by years of meager salary,
Fight hard for half a dime and eighty cents.
And a money box full of tears.
battlefield
They fall like snowflakes, like stars,
Like petals of a rose,
When I suddenly crossed June
A wind with fingers.
They died in the seamless grass—
No eyes can find this place;
But God is on his repeated list.
Can summon every face.
They fall like snowflakes, like meteors,
Like roses, petals fall one after another,
When the fingers of the wind suddenly
I wore it all through early June and summer.
Where the eyes can't find it,-
They wither in the grass with tight gaps;
But God launched his unforgivable list.
You can still summon every face.
I have no time to hate, because
I have no time to hate, because
The grave will get in my way,
Life is not that simple.
Can end hostility.
I have no time to love, but because
Some industries must,
I think, the little hard work of love,
It's big enough for me.
I have no time to hate, because
The grave will stop me,
And life is not that simple.
Can stop my hostility.
And I don't have time to love,
Just because you have to be a little diligent,
I thought a little hard love
It's hard enough for me.
My river runs to you—
Blue sea! Will you welcome me?
My river is waiting for a reply—
Oh, the sea-looking gracefully-
I'll get you Brooks.
From the spotted corner—
Say-sea-take me away!
My river flows to you-
Blue sea! Will you welcome me?
My river is waiting for an echo-
The sea—it looks kind—
I'll invite you to the stream.
From dirty corners-
Speak-sea-accept me!
My friend must be a bird-
Because it can fly!
Mortal, my friend must be,
Because it will die!
The barb has it, like a bee!
Ah, curious friends!
You confuse me!
My friend must be a bird-
Because it can fly!
My friend must be alone,
Because it will die!
It has barbs, like a bee!
Oh, strange friends!
You're confusing me!
Is heaven a doctor?
Is heaven a doctor?
They said he could be cured-
But after medical death,
Unavailable-
Is heaven a vault?
What do they say we owe-
But that negotiation
I'm not-
Is heaven a doctor?
They say he can cure diseases;
But medicine after death
It's useless
Is heaven the national treasury?
They talked about our debts;
But that negotiation
I didn't attend.
(7 1)
A sharp pain in the five senses-
Shortness of breath-
The ecstasy of parting
Named "death"
Feel pain at the mention.
When patience grows,
I know I got permission.
Rejoin one's own team.
Pain lies in characteristics.
The urgency is in that sign.
The ecstasy of farewell
Call it "death"
Speaking of sustained growth
Suffering will happen.
I know it has been approved.
Reunited with the same kind.
The mystery of pain
Pain has a blank component;
It doesn't remember.
When it starts, or if there is,
No, one day.
It has no future except itself,
Its infinite domain includes
Its past inspires perception.
A new period of pain.
Pain has a blank element;
Don't remember anymore.
When it starts, or if one day,
When it doesn't hurt.
It has no future except itself,
Including its infinite territory.
That's the past. Enlighten and feel.
A new round of pain.
It's too late for humans-
But early on, for God-
Create-powerless-
But pray-still-on our side-
What a wonderful paradise-
When the earth-can't have-
What a hospitable-so-face
Our old neighbor, God-
It's too late for mankind.
But it's still early for god.
Creation, weak help
But the rest, we can still pray.
Cannot exist locally.
How wonderful heaven is!
At that time, the expression of our old neighbor God.
How hospitable, thoughtful and considerate it will be.
(79)
Going to heaven!
I don't know when-
Please don't ask me how!
Indeed, I am so surprised.
I want to answer you!
Going to heaven!
How bleak it sounds!
However, it will be completed.
As sure as sheep coming home at night.
Shepherd's arm!
Maybe you should go, too!
Who knows?
If you get there first
Leave me some space.
Close to the two I lost-
The smallest robe suits me, too.
And a little "crown"
Because you know we don't care about our clothes.
When we get home-
I'm glad I don't believe it.
Because it will make me stop breathing-
I want to see more.
On such a curious earth!
I'm glad they really believe it.
I never found him.
Since that autumn afternoon
I left them underground.
Go to heaven!
I don't know when-
Please don't ask me how!
I am so surprised.
I can't think of the answer!
Go to heaven!
How sad and sad!
But it will be done.
Just like sheep have to go home at night.
Take care of the shepherd!
Maybe you should go, too!
Who knows?
If you want to arrive first
Please leave a small space for me.
Close to the two relatives I lost-
The smallest pajamas will suit me.
There is also a small "corolla"
You know, when we got home,
We don't care about clothes.
I'm glad I don't believe it.
Because it will make me stop breathing-
I want to take another look.
What a strange world!
I'm glad they believe this.
I never found them again.
Since that autumn afternoon
I left them underground.
Who is the East?
the Asian
Who might be purple, if he can?
The energy carried by the sun.
Who is the West?
Purple man
Who might be yellow if he can?
This let him out again.
Who is the East?
Golden man
He may be a purple man.
Report sunrise
Who is the West?
Purple man
He may be a good man.
Send the sunset
( 107)
This is a small boat.
Stumbling along the bay!
What a magnificent sea it is!
Signal it to leave!
This is such a wave of greed
Licked it from the coast-
Never guessed the solemn sail.
I lost my little spaceship!
It is such a small ship.
Staggered down the harbor!
What a magnificent sea
Draw it away!
Such a greedy and powerful wave
Flapping it off the coast;
Never imagined this solemn and magnificent sail.
I still lost my handmade boat!
I keep my promise.
I wasn't called-
Death didn't notice me.
I brought my roses.
I'm in trouble again,
In the name of all the sacred bees-
Daisy called from the hillside-
Bobolink of Ryan.
Blossom and I-
Her vows, and mine-
I will definitely come again.
I keep my oath.
I was never called-
Death didn't inform me,
I brought my roses.
I, swear it again,
Every sacred bee-
Daisies on the hillside-
In the name of the rice eater in the alley.
Flowers and I-
Her vows and mine-
I will definitely do it again.
Angel, in the morning
You can see dew,
Bend over-pluck hair-smile-fly-
Do their buds belong?
Angels, when the sun is hottest.
You can see the sand,
Bend over-pluck hair-smile-fly-
Dried the flowers they brought.
Angel, in the morning
Xu saw them in the dew:
Bend-pick-smile-fly-
Is this bud theirs?
Angel, when the hot sun is like fire
Xu saw them in the sand.
Bend-pick-smile-fly-
The flowers they took have dried up.
Answer July-
Where are the bees-
Where is the blush-
Where is the hay?
Ah, July said
Where are the seeds-
Where are the buds-
Where is May?
Answer you-I-
No, May said.
Show me the snow-
Show me the bell-
Show me the Jay!
Jay argued-
Where's the corn-
Where is the haze-
Where is the drill?
Here—the year—
Answer in July
Where are the bees?
Where is the red color?
Where is the hay?
Ah, July said
Where are the seeds?
Where is Bud?
Where is May?
I'll let you answer
No.-May said
Show me the snow.
Show me the bell.
Show me Jay!
Picky Jay
Where is the corn?
Where is the fog?
Where are the thorns?
Here, Nian said.
The lady feeds her bird.
At fewer intervals-
The bird will not disagree.
But meekly admit
The gap between the hand and her
Broken and far away
Faint on her yellow knee.
Fall gently, worship-
The lady feeds her birds.
There is almost no interval.
The bird didn't disagree.
But meekly admit
The gap between this hand and her
Between no debris and being far away.
Faint, gently fall on
On her yellow knee, with worship.
(377)
Loss of faith-transcendence
Loss of property—
Because real estate can
Be supplemented—faith can't—
Inherited with life—
Faith-but once-can be-
Eliminate a clause—
Existing-begging-
Losing a person's faith,
Far greater than losing a property;
Because the property can be relocated,
And faith cannot be rebuilt.
Faith can be inherited from life,
But only once;
Abolish a single clause to be a man
This is the abject poverty of beggars.
How far is it to heaven?
Like death?
Of a river or a distant ridge
Nothing was found.
How far is it to hell?
Like death?
How far is the grave on the left?
Ignore the terrain.
How far is it to heaven?
It is as far away as death;
Over the mountains,
I don't know where to go.
How far is it from hell?
It is as far away as death;
How far is the grave on the left,
The terrain is difficult to measure.
( 1090)
I'm afraid of having a body—
I'm afraid of having a soul—
Profound-unstable property-
Possession is not dispensable—
Dual property-arbitrarily limited
On an unsuspecting heir—
Duke, at the moment of immortality
God, for a frontier.
I'm afraid of having a soul-
I'm afraid of a dead body-
Deep and dangerous property-
There are no selected ingredients-
Dual assets-happy limited inheritance property
To an unexpected heir-
The monarch of eternal moment
The god who rules Xinjiang.
( 1292)
Yesterday is history,
It's too far away—
Yesterday was poetry—
This is philosophy—
Yesterday was mysterious—
Where is it today?
When we wisely speculate
Get rid of both.
Yesterday is history,
A long time ago-
Yesterday was poetry-
This is a philosophical idea-
Yesterday was a mystery-
Where is it today?
When we think wisely,
Both of them flapped their wings and flew into the distance.
Ashes (1063)
Ashes indicate that fire is—
Awe the grayest pile
For the dead creatures.
Wandering there for a while—
Fire first exists in light.
Then consolidate
Only chemists can reveal.
Into carbonate.
Ash means it's gone too far-
The grayest pile is great.
Because dead creatures
They used to wander around at that time-
Fire originally existed in the form of light.
Then the fire was very strong and the flame was very strong.
Only chemists can reveal it.
What carbonate did it become?
He forgot, but I remember (203)
He forgot-and I-remember-
It's a daily thing—
A long time ago, Christ and Peter—
"Warmed them" in the "Temple Fire"
"You're with him"-say "girl"?
"No"-Peter said, "Not me-
Jesus just "looked" at Peter—
Is there anything else I can do for you?
He forgot-I remember-
This is Christ and Peter.
Everyday things from a long time ago—
Use "the fire of the temple" to "warm them".
"You and him" —— Talking about "girls"?
"No"-Peter said, "That's not me-"
Christ just looked at Peter—
For you.-Can I do something else?
He is weak and I am strong-then (190)
He was weak and I was strong—at that time—
So he asked me to take him in—
I was weak, he was strong—
So I asked him to take me home.
Not far—the door is nearby—
It's getting dark-because he went too-
Not loud, because he didn't say anything—
That's what I want to know.
It's striking—we have to part—
Now, neither is the strongest.
He worked hard, so did I.
Although we didn't do it!
He's weak and I'm strong—so—
He asked me to take him—
I'm weak, he's strong, so—
I asked him to take me home.
The road is not far-the door is nearby-
It's not dark either-because he went-
Not loud-because he didn't speak-
That's all I want to know.
Knocking at the door during the day—we have to separate—
Now-no one is the strongest-
He tried—so did I—
Even though we did nothing!
Because I can't stop to die.
Because I can't stop to die-
He kindly stopped for me-
We're the only people in the car-
And immortality.
We drove slowly-he knew not to rush.
I have put it away.
My work and leisure,
For his courtesy-
We passed the school and the children were fighting there.
At rest-in the ring-
We passed the fields staring at the grain-
We passed the sunset-
Or-he passed us-
Dew shivering and cold-
Just for the tulle, my robe-
My shawl tulle-
We're in a building that looks like
The uplift of the ground-
The roof is almost invisible-
A cornice on the ground
Since then, for centuries, however,
It feels shorter than the day.
I guessed the horse's head first.
Towards eternity-
Because I can't stop to die-
He stopped to be nice to me-
The carriage only carries us-
And immortality.
We drove slowly-he knew there was no hurry.
I waved and refused.
My work and comfort,
Because he's very polite-
We passed by the school and had a rest.
Children form a circle and play games.
We passed the farmland and stared at the grain.
We missed the sunset-
That's right.-He passed us-
Dew caused the cold-
Because my skirt-it's just a fine tulle fabric.
My shawl-just a silk screen.
We stopped in front of a building.
It looks like a lump on the ground-
That roof is almost invisible-
It's like decorating the cornices of the earth-
Since then-for centuries-
But it still feels shorter than that day,
I guessed the horsehead for the first time.
To the land of eternity-