If you come in autumn
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 know the length
Wings with uncertain time,
It aimed at me, like a bee,
That won't explain its stinging.
If you come in autumn,
I will treat flies like a housewife,
With a shallow smile and a slight refusal,
Gently brush away the summer.
If you come a year later,
I will roll up every month.
Put them in different drawers,
So as not to confuse the dates.
If it's only a few centuries' delay,
I'll use my hand index,
Until your fingers fall off,
Landed in an unknown place.
If we can be sure that we will meet in our lifetime.
I will throw away my life with the same peel.
Taste the eternal sweetness.
But I'm not sure yet.
The waiting during this period bothers me.
Like a bee waiting for an opportunity but refusing to sting.