☆诗歌欣赏☆垂死的老虎
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 Rock And bore it in my Hand— 一只垂死的老虎---呻吟着要水喝--- 我搜遍了沙滩--- 我用手接着--- 一块礁石滴下的水 His Mighty Balls—in death were thick— But searching—I could see A Vision on the Retina Of Water—and of me— 他的两只大眼---临死时很大--- 正在搜寻---我能看见 视网膜上的景象 搜寻水---和我--- 'Twas not my blame—who sped too slow— 'Twas not his blame—who died While I was reaching him— But 'twas—the fact that He was dead— 不是我的过失---速度太慢--- 不是他的过失---他死了 当我走近他时--- 但这就是---事实---他死了---
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