Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.
旋风不能奏出动听的音乐;心灵手巧的妇人未必能够主持好饮食家务;(只会)做文章的读书人不能够治理好国家。
"The past is always present in our lives, shaping our future."