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.
像大麦弯垂
像大麦弯垂
在海边的低地，
风中歌声的旋回
不停息;
像大麦弯垂
再挺立，
我也该， 不衰颓，
从痛中升起；
我也该轻柔，
整天地， 整晚地，
把我的悲愁
写成笙歌。
