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To My Wife: With a Copy of My Poems

I can write no stately proem

As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem

I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals

Once to you seem fair,

Love will waft it till it settles

On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden

All the loveless land,

It will whisper of the garden,

You will understand.

“生活不止眼前的苟且，还有诗和远方的田野，你赤手空拳来到人世间，为找到那片海不顾一切。”这里有一条路，从生活通往诗歌。