大好きなエミリー・ディキンソンの詩のイメージに相応しい曲調だと思う。
If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
as Housewives do, a Fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls ー
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse ー
If only Centuries, delayed,
I'd count them on my Hand.
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman's Land.
If certain, when this life was out ー
That yours and mine, should be
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
and take Eternity.
But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee ー
That will not state ー its sting.
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
as Housewives do, a Fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls ー
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse ー
If only Centuries, delayed,
I'd count them on my Hand.
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman's Land.
If certain, when this life was out ー
That yours and mine, should be
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
and take Eternity.
But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee ー
That will not state ー its sting.
亀井俊介（編）『対訳 ディキンソン詩集』（岩波文庫、1998年）pp.130-133
