最近在读英美文学...刚刚好有这个...建议你去买一本英美文学选读.
Because I could not stop for Death--
Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.
We slowly drove--He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my Leisure too,
For His Civility--
We passed the School,where Children strove
At Recess--in the Ring--
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--
We passed the Setting Sun--
Or rather--He passed Us--
The Dews drew quivering and chill--
For only Gossamer,my Gown--
My Tippet--only Tulle--
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground--
The Roof was scarcely visible--
he Coraice--in the Ground--
Since then--’tis Centuries--and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’Heads
Were toward Eternity--
因为我不能停下来等待死神
因为我不能停下来等待死神
他和善地停下来等我——
那辆车只能容我们两个——
还有不朽.
我们慢慢驱车——他不慌不忙
我也把我的劳与闲
统统丢掉一边,
为了他的礼让——
我们走过校园,孩子们你推我搡,
在休息时间,在圆形广场——
我们走过在田间凝眸的麦杆——
我们走过落日旁——
或毋宁说,他走过我们身旁
寒露降,身子冻得打颤——
因为我的长衫落纱般——
我的披肩如丝网——
我们停步在一所房子前,
那似乎是隆起的土地一片
屋顶几乎看不见——
屋檐在地里面——
离那时已是几个世纪
过了还不到一天,
我首次猜测到,马头
在朝向永恒奔窜.