There39;s a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar,But internal difference,Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – 39;Tis the Seal Despair – An imperial afflictionSent us of the Air – When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, 39;tis like the DistanceOn the look of Death – 有那么一种斜光，冬日下午它迫压，像大教堂的曲调的沉甸——天堂的伤害，它给我们——我们找不到伤痕，可内里却已迥然，意义所在，之是——无人会教它——任一个——这是绝望的封印——一种统御的折磨由空中送来——当它到来，风景倾听——影子们——屏住呼吸——当它走了，这就像是死亡的面容上的距离adieudusk的翻译及讨论http://www.douban.com/note/188628772/