SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE AND OTHER LOVE POEMS 精彩片段：
The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point
The Runaway Slave at Pilgrims Point
I.
I stand on the mark beside the shore
Of the first white pilgrims bended knee,
Where exile turned to ancestor,
And God was thanked for liberty.
I have run through the night, my skin is as dark,
I bend my knee down on this mark . . .
I look on the sky and the sea.
II.
O pilgrim-souls, I speak to you!
I see you come out proud and slow
From the land of the spirits pale as dew. . .
And round me and round me ye go!