In the Desert... by Stephen Crane   In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter─bitter," he answered; "But I like it "Because it is bitter, "And because it is my heart." 在沙漠…… 斯蒂芬•克兰 加拿大/非马译   在沙漠 我看到一个生物，赤条条，象只野兽 蹲在地上， 手里捧着他的心， 在吃。 我说：“好吃吗，朋友？” “很苦──很难吃，”他回答； “但我喜欢它 “因为它苦， “因为它是我的心。” [斯蒂芬•克兰(1871-1900)生于纽泽西州，为一位牧师的第十四个孩子。记者，小说家，诗人。]

Our Share of Night to Bear by Emily Dickinson   OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.   Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards—day!   分担我们的夜 埃米莉•狄金森 西欧/雪泥译   分担我们的夜， 我们的晨， 填充我们极乐的空白， 我们蔑视的空白。   这里一颗星星，那里一颗星星， 一些迷失了方向。 这里一团雾，那里一团雾， 然后——白昼！