’’’’’’馬斯’斯
(EDGAR LEE MASTERS)

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Anne Rutledge

    ’’’’’’馬斯’斯(1869’l 950)’伊’諾伊’’’個’場裏’’’’成’’’’’’馬斯’斯雖’’有’’詩’’戲’’’說及傳’’’最’’’’還’’斯蓬’詩集’’它’’組’由詩體’白’’首詩’’對虛’’斯蓬’鎮’’’’民’悼’’’’首都揭示’’個’’鎮裏’個’民’生’’折’失望’’中最著’’’概’’’’’’’’’’’’悼’詩’’’’’’’’’’’’輕’’’’友’’ ’1835’’’’’’’歲’

我’’’’’’身軀’

    顫動著永不’’’音樂之’’

    “對誰都不’’’’對誰

        都’有善’’”

    我’身軀傳遞’’’百’’

        對’百’’’’’’

    ’照’’個民族’友善’’’

    它’耀著正’’’’’’’’

    ’’’’堆’’’面’’

        ’’我’’’’’’’’’

    ’’生’熱’我’

    我’’成’’’有’’’’結’’

    ’’’實’’分離’

    啊’’我’膛’塵’裏’

    ’升’永遠’’’’’國之’!

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 Out of me unworthy and unknown
The vibrations of deathless music;
"With malice toward none, with charity for all."
Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions,
And the beneficent face of a nation
Shining with justice and truth.
I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath these weeds,
Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln,
Wedded to him, not through union,
But through separation.
Bloom forever, O Republic,
From the dust of my bosom!