诗人的任务是表达那些无法言说的事物。
Friends congratulate me after a quarterly-earnings announcement and say, 'Good job, great quarter.' And I'll say, 'Thank you, but that quarter was baked three years ago.'
富人的身体就像高级棉枕头，又白又软又空。穷人的身体就像石头，又硬又粗糙，满是棱角。
In such condition there is no place for industry...and which is worst of all， continual fear and danger of violent death.
