Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power.We have guided missiles and misguided men.
"The poem is a place where the unspeakable can be spoken."
译文:现在我尝尽了忧愁的滋味,想说却又最终咽下。想说却又咽下,只能感叹一句 “天气凉爽好个秋天”!
La belleza no es un lujo, sino una necesidad del alma.