A COLLECTION OF GOOD WORDS
诗歌
Poetry
Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.
有些人会告诉你，一箱茶里有很多诗和美好的感情。
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
艺术家的进步是不断的自我牺牲，是个性的不断消亡。
Since the majority of me Rejects the majority of you, Debating ends forthwith, and we Divide.''
因为大多数的我 拒绝你们中的大多数， 辩论很快就结束了，我们 分裂。”
The flower is the poetry of reproduction it is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
花朵是诗歌的再现，它是生命永恒诱惑的例证。
Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.
诗歌无处不在，但把它写在纸上，唉，不像看着它那么容易。
Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary tries in vain to lock inside every free word.
文字游戏隐藏了一把通往现实的钥匙，字典试图把它锁在每一个自由的单词里，但没有成功。
Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life.
没有什么比诗歌更能充满世界。诗人不必沉湎于他人生的篇章。
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
正如人们所说: 爱情与咳嗽 不能隐藏。 甚至是轻微的咳嗽。 哪怕是一点点的爱。
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun?... Or does it explode?
一个被推迟的梦会发生什么?它会像太阳下的葡萄干一样干燥吗?还是爆炸?
If you read quickly to get through a poem to what it means, you have missed the body of the poem.
如果你快速阅读一首诗来理解它的意思，你就错过了这首诗的主体部分。
Love's night and a lamp judged our vows: That she would love me ever and I should never leave her.
爱情的黑夜和一盏灯，判断了我们的誓言:她永远爱我，我永远不会离开她。
There are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.
有很多天 当生命停止，停下，坐下 像火车一样在铁轨上等待。
KEEP EXPLORING
沿着这个主题，再读几句。
The sea waves stirred before me they dashed against the rocks like a mermaid rising from its depths curled white sea foam were her locks.
波浪在我面前翻腾着，冲击着岩石，像一条美人鱼从海的深处浮上来。
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
诗歌是强烈情感的自然流露，它源于平静中回忆的情感。
An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of literature except the cleverness of a decadence.
一个不能写诗的时代，除了颓废者的聪明才智之外，什么文学也不能写。
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
我们不会停止探索，我们所有探索的终点将是我们开始的地方，第一次知道这个地方。
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.
诗歌不是一种职业，而是一种徒劳无益的游戏。没有一个诚实的诗人能对他所写的东西的永久价值有十足的把握:他可能白白浪费了时间，把生活搞得一团糟。