LIKE BARLEY BENDING
By Sara Teasdale
Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly.
Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;
So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.
大麦俯身偃，海滨有低地，巨风动地来，放歌殊未已；
　　大麦俯身偃，既偃且复起，颠仆不能折，昂扬伤痛里；
　　我生也柔弱，日夜逝如此，直把千古愁，化作临风曲。