The poet is the one who names the unnameable.
纯洁的手不需要手套来遮盖。
当我走出囚室、迈过通往自由的监狱大门时,我已经清楚,自己若不能把悲痛与怨恨留在身后,那么我其实仍在狱中。
And never would they make a mistake in the order of their entry upon the stage. It would be magnificent.