I died for beauty but was scarce
I died for beauty but was scarce.
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty" I replied.
"And I for truth, the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
___By Emily Dickinson
我美而死，但尚未
安息在我的墓。
有ㄧ真理而死的人
被放在我的室。
他悄悄地我何殉身？
「了美。」我。
「而我是了真理，者ㄧ，
我其是兄弟。」
於是就似人在夜相遇，
我便隔聊起天。
直至青苔爬上了我的嘴唇，
我的名字掩去。
翻自侯文的〈侯文VS.文侯文〉《滴城市》
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