Dickinson, Emily: Találós kérdés (The-Railway-Train Magyar nyelven)

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down the hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop - docile and omnipotent -
At its own stable door.

A távolságot elnyeli
Völgyet cuppogva nyal
A tartályoknál meg- megáll
Nekilódul, körül