"In the end, we are all just trying to find a place where we belong."
最终，我们都在寻找一个属于我们的地方。
诗歌不是对话，诗歌是在见证者面前进行的独白。
"When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas."
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.