"Like Barley Bending" Sara Teasdale
Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;
Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;
So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;
Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;
So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.
象被压弯的大麦一样
象被压弯的大麦一样
俯仰在海边的低低的旷野,
在凛利的风中歌唱,
从不停止地歌唱;
象被压弯的大麦一样,
在屈辱中重新站起,
我也将这样, 不被催毁,
痛苦中更加昂扬;
我也将这样,以柔弱之躯,
日日夜夜的努力,
将我的悲哀 化作歌唱。
将我的悲哀 化作歌唱。