当人们以高分贝喊响她的前辈诗人Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Walt Whiteman时,她基本上不被人们记起;而当同时代的骄子William Carlos Williams横空出世,光耀盖人,使她更是像黯淡的小星星。同辈像Ezra Pound, Marianne Moore, Thomas Stearns Eliot在学术界中也比她更加滋润鲜活,文学史上厚实的评述让他们灿烂无比。或许她的生命旅程结束得过早,她本应属于人类的才情与同她的生活志趣、更好的诗篇也随之湮没。
I think the moon is very kind
啊——月亮真是热心人,
To take such trouble just for me.
为我没少劳心神;
He came along with me from home
啊——自从离家到现在,
To keep me company.
一路伴我不走开;
He went as fast as I could run;
啊——我看月呀,月她并无脚和腿,
I wonder how he crossed the sky?
更无翅膀快快飞,
I'm sure he hasn't legs and feet
哦,好奇月呀,总能不紧不慢跟着我,
Or any wings to fly.
嗯?跨越高天呀——嘿,跑前跑后紧相随;
Yet here he is above their roof;
啊——是呀,是呀,眼前月呀,
Perhaps he thinks it isn't right
也在家乡屋脊上,或许又在为我想:
For me to go so far alone,
No,远游,远游,只身一人 No,No,No,
Tho' mother said I might.
虽然妈妈也说过,妈妈说我愿走可以走 ... ...