7/13/17 狄金森，四年后重新读你
I felt a funeral, in my brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -
And then I heard they lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
“我觉得脑子里有一场葬礼，
往来的悼念者脚步杂沓，
不停地走着、踩踏着，
直到所有感觉慢慢坍塌
当所有客人都已就坐，
仪式开始，有一面鼓
沉重地敲啊敲啊
直到我的心渐渐麻木
接着我听到他们扛起棺材，
在我的灵魂里缓缓穿行，
那些铅做的靴子吱嘎作响，
然后，空间里灌满了钟声
仿佛一切星球都变成了丧钟，
存在本身沦为了一只耳朵，
而我，还有某种诡谲的寂静
却在这里面，痛苦，落寞
然后，意识里的木板突然断裂，
我不由自主地往下掉，往下掉——
掉一层就撞上一个新的世界，
接着，我就不再知晓。”
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