玛丽·奥利弗：无论一个多么小的葬礼为我举行，我只希望那一刻雨不断从天空飘落
从沼泽边缘，防蚊的纱幔上
升起白鹭云一样的翅羽。
细雨中，枯萎的青苔又大片大片绿了，
仿佛薄雾和云母。
假如我将死去，我愿意
死在一个雨天——
连绵的雨，缓慢的雨，让你看不到尽头的雨。
无论一个多么小的葬礼
为我举行，我只希望，那一刻，雨不断从天空中飘落。
前来送行的人，必须慢慢地，深思地走来，
如同走在沼泽边缘。
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
'Mend my life!'
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.