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这首是最喜欢的death poem，没有之一

写得真的很形象了

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading – treading – till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through – 

有谁在我的脑内

办起了葬礼

他们 

来吊唁了

走来  走去

踩来    踩去

意识      就慢慢裂开了

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum –  

Kept beating – beating – till I thought

My Mind was going numb –

他们

都入座了

我听到  钟鼓响起了

隆隆

             隆隆

思考

便渐渐停下了

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space – began to toll,

接着 

他们抬起了一个盒子

仍穿着  铅底的靴子  

吱呀着 

从我的灵魂上迈了过去

猛地

我的世界被撞响了

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race

Wrecked, solitary, here – 

天穹  是座响彻寰宇的大钟

万物  就只剩耳朵还竖着

我     与死寂

都成了一些莫名的东西

被遗弃在这儿

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down –  

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing – then – 

最后一丝想法 

咔嚓一声

断了

于是我

落

了

下

去

每一跃

都掠过不同的宇宙

而后，

而后

.

.

.

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而后就没有了啊