我喜欢痛苦的表情，
因为我知道它真实——
人们不会假作惊厥，
也不佯装，剧痛——
眼神一旦凝滞，就是死亡——
无法伪装额头上
由平凡的痛苦
串起的汗珠。
I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it’s true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—
The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.