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诗歌
Poetry
I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in the resolution of doubts but in their proliferation.
我的意思是，诗歌的根本不在于 疑虑的解决却在扩散。
Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.
诗歌慢慢地变成了视觉的，因为它描绘了形象，但它也是音乐的:它把两种艺术结合在一起。
Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
树林里分出两条路，而我——我选择了人迹罕至的那条路，这使一切都不同了。
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
从春天的树林里的一个冲动就能教会你比所有圣人更多的关于人、道德的恶与善。
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.
我喜欢太多的东西，从一颗陨落的星星跑到另一颗星星，直到我倒下。
Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art.
诗歌是情感的表达。情感必须来自自然，但衡量的尺度可以通过艺术获得。
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
诗歌有一种超越散文逻辑的东西，其中有一种神秘，不需要解释，却值得赞赏。
Science fiction, outside of poetry, is the only literary field which has no limits, no parameters whatsoever.
除了诗歌，科幻小说是唯一没有限制，没有参数的文学领域。
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.
诗歌应该有所帮助，不仅要精炼当时的语言，而且要防止它变化太快。
We went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens blew them into the sea.
那天天气很冷，我们去看了海浪，风把你的红帽子和手套吹到了海里。
A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
银行是这样一个地方，他们在晴天借给你一把伞，然后在开始下雨的时候再要回来。
The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.
放学后，图书馆开放了一个小时。我躲在那里，看着艺术书籍，读着诗歌。
KEEP EXPLORING
沿着这个主题，再读几句。
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。”
Wine is bottled poetry.
葡萄酒是瓶装的诗歌。
Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.
纯数学，从它的角度来说，是逻辑思想的诗歌。
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.
我的想象力使我成为一个人，也使我成为一个傻瓜;它把整个世界都给了我，却把我赶出了这个世界。
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
诗歌揭开了隐藏在世界之美的面纱，使熟悉的事物仿佛不熟悉一样。
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, Wondering... Fearing... Doubting...
在那黑暗的深处，我久久地站在那里，思索着……担心……怀疑……