Day 3: “Hope” is the thing with feathers (video)

新冠可死，希望不可。

Lockdown can die, Hope cannot.

希望，它镶着羽毛

--艾米丽·狄金森

希望，它镶着羽毛

栖息灵魂里

哼着没有歌词的歌

一刻不停息

狂风中，它最为动听

暴雨固然蛮横

鸟儿，饱受惊慌

却如斯温暖众生

我曾听它，在荒寒大地

在孤海一角

它纵然身处绝境

却从未向我乞讨丝毫

（老Ｋ真情翻译）

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

By 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.