艾米莉. 狄金森诗二首
The Lassitudes of Contemplation
Beget a force
They are the spirit's still vacation
That him refresh ——
The Dreams consolidate in action ——
What mettle fair
×××××
So give me back to Death ——
The Death I never feared
Except that it deprived of thee ——
And now, by Life deprived,
In my own Grave I breathe
And estimate its size ——
Its size is all that Hell can guess ——
And all that Heaven was ——
