我不会让世界告诉我我是谁。

The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter's conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy, and finally oblivion.

成为一个诗人，就是要有一个如此敏锐的灵魂，以至于没有任何品质的阴影能逃过它的眼睛。