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诗歌和诗人
Poetry And Poets
Every old poem is sacred.
每一首古诗都是神圣的。
Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.
诗歌是一种血淋淋的抽象。
Poets wish to profit or to please.
诗人希望获利或取悦。
The man is either mad, or he is making verses.
这个人不是疯了，就是在作诗。
Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.
诗歌是我们街灯想象的阴影。
Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.
伟大的诗歌不需要翻译，只需要一颗敏感的心。
In poetry everything which must be said is almost impossible to say well.
在诗歌中，必须说的每句话几乎都不可能说得好。
The fear of poetry is an indication that we are cut off from our own reality.
对诗歌的恐惧表明我们与自己的现实隔绝了。
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.
饮水者所作的诗，没有一句能长久，也不能长久。
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
真正的诗，是过一种美好的生活。活在诗里胜过写诗。
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
诗歌是记录最幸福、最优秀的人最幸福、最幸福的时刻。
It is strange, how quickly people want to obligate their poets, as it were, on the exile.
奇怪的是，人们如此之快就想强迫他们的诗人，就像在流放中一样。
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My friends never talk to me about my poetry because they're embarrassed that I write it or they're embarrassed by what I write about which are not such extraordinarily terrifying things, but they are the state of human existence.
我的朋友们从来不和我谈论我的诗歌，因为他们对我写的诗感到尴尬，或者他们对我写的诗感到尴尬，这些诗并不可怕，但它们是人类存在的状态。
Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have much respect for himself, or for anything else.
诗歌是一种普遍的语言，它使人的心灵与自然和自身融为一体。一个轻视诗歌的人，不可能对自己或其他任何东西有太多的尊重。
Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.
万物都有自己的画家或诗人，像童话里的公主一样被束缚着，直到合适的解放者把它解放出来。
The more poetry you have in the head, the more poetry you will understand because you will be getting to the roots of what it is that makes people write poetry at all.
你脑中有越多的诗，你就会理解越多的诗，因为你会找到人们写诗的根本原因。
Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.
希望和记忆只有一个女儿，她的名字叫艺术，她建造了自己的住所，远离绝望的田野，那里的人们把衣服挂在分叉的树枝上，作为战争的旗帜。呵，我所亲爱的，希望和记忆的女儿，与我同在吧!
I think poetry has lost an awful lot of its muscle because nobody knows any. Nobody has to memorize poetry.
我认为诗歌已经失去了很多力量，因为没有人知道。没有人需要背诵诗歌。