A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink 【垂死的老虎】

--Emily Dickinson

A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—I hunted all the Sand—I caught the Dripping of a RockAnd bore it in my Hand—一只垂死的老虎---呻吟著要水喝---我搜遍了沙灘--- 我用手接著--- 一塊礁石滴下的水 His Mighty Balls—in death were thick—But searching—I could seeA Vision on the RetinaOf Water—and of me—他的兩只大眼---臨死時很大---正在搜尋---我能看見視網膜上的景象搜尋水---和我--- ’Twas not my blame—who sped too slow—’Twas not his blame—who diedWhile I was reaching him—But ’twas—the fact that He was dead— 不是我的過失---速度太慢---不是他的過失---他死了當我走近他時---但這就是---事實---他死了---