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And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks. Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.

多臭的国会啊!——成熟得像老鱼饵的根，多汁的茎，有节，肥仓，叶霉菌，肥料，石灰，堆在光滑的木板上。没有什么会放弃生命:即使是泥土也在不停地轻轻呼吸。

— Theodore Roethke 西奥多·罗特克