Emily Dickinson: “Hope” is the thing with feathers/”Nada” je stvarca od pera

"Hope" is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm——

I've heard it in the chillest land——
And on the strangest Sea——
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb——of Me.

"Nada" je stvarca od pera –
što nam se u duši gnijezdi –
poj svoj bez riječi tjera –
i – nikada! – ne odjezdi.

Čuješ je dok Bura nosi –
i tek da oluja sije –
nemir maloj ptici nosi
koja sad tolike grije –

Čuh je ponad dola hladnih –
na Moru gdje čuda vrve –
no, ni usred doba Gladi,
ne iskaše Me – niti mrve.