希望长着羽翼

Hope is the Thing with Feathers Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. #p#副标题#e# 希望是个长羽毛的东西 艾米莉·狄金森 希望是个长羽毛的东西， 总是栖伏在灵魂中， 唱的是没有字眼的旋律， 而这歌永远不会停。 大风里这歌声听来最美， 它暖了多少人的心。 要使这小小的鸟儿吓退， 那风暴就实在凶猛。 我曾经在最寒冷的陆地、 在最陌生的海上听； 可它从没向我要面包屑， 哪怕它自己在绝境。