The Battle Field (by Emily Dickinson) ^(试发表)

The Battle Field by Emily Dickinson They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless grass, -- No eye could find the place; But God on his repealless list Can summon every face. 战场 他们倒下，像雪片；他们倒下，像流星， 像花瓣从玫瑰脱落； 当一阵突如其来的风， 它的手指从六月里扫过。 他们腐烂了，在密密的草丛里， 在无人知晓的所在； 但上帝自有永不销毁的名册， 可把他们的面容一一召来。 作者：艾米丽·狄金森