当人们以高分贝喊响她的前辈诗人Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Walt Whiteman时，她基本上不被人们记起；而当同时代的骄子William Carlos Williams横空出世，光耀盖人，使她更是像黯淡的小星星。同辈像Ezra Pound, Marianne Moore, Thomas Stearns Eliot在学术界中也比她更加滋润鲜活，文学史上厚实的评述让他们灿烂无比。或许她的生命旅程结束得过早，她本应属于人类的才情与同她的生活志趣、更好的诗篇也随之湮没。
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me－ That your love would never lessen and never go? b
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know. c
Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it d
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year—
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me－
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.
你会不知道？
当初爱还在，一点没有少？
喜新厌旧追虚荣，哼哼，
你年轻，你不懂。
Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year—
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.
