一个电话
作者：弗罗伦斯•瑞德里•玛斯汀
自那深暗的圆盘中，
你的声音涌出如花朵，
它颤抖着，在紧绷的茎上摇摆。
它温柔的抚摸，
让我闭上了眼睛。
From the Telephone
Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.
by Florence Ripley Mastin