A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest [French translation]

A wounded deer leaps highest,

I've heard the hunter tell;

'Tis but the ecstasy of death,

And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,

The trampled steel that springs:

A cheek is always redder

Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is mail of anguish,

In which its cautious arm

Lest anybody spy the blood

And, "you're hurt" exclaim

• Artist:Emily Dickinson