Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

  • -- Thomas Gray 格雷

诗是呼吸着的思想,是燃烧着的言语。

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Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

听着,真正的诗歌什么也不会说;它只是勾出了可能性。打开所有的门。你可以穿过任何适合你的人。

In those days industry would hire any chemist that could breathe.

在那个年代,工业界会雇用任何能呼吸的化学家。

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

多么可怜的语言贫乏!把星星比作钻石!