我曾渴望他爱我
并且吻过我的唇
可我竟如断翅鸟
不能高飞南天云
虽道明知他爱我
今夜依旧伤心魂
正象所有我梦境
他吻美妙已难存

The Kiss

I HOPED that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

---By Sara Teasdale (1884-1933，美国抒情女诗人， 于1918年获第一个诗歌普利策奖)