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Poetry is a rich, full-blooded whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbers the leaf, the duet of two nightingales, the sweet pea, that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.

诗歌是一声丰富多采、充满活力的哨声，桶中破碎的冰嘎吱作响，数叶的夜晚，两只夜莺的二重唱，狂野的甜豌豆，创造的泪水。

— Wallace Stevens 华莱士·史蒂文斯