A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.
可以这么说,诗歌从来就不是一项精心安排的工作。它始于哽咽,一种错误的感觉,一种乡愁,一种相思。这从来就不是一个想法。
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