What is poetry? Who knows?
                           诗是什么？谁能知道？
                           Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;
                           它不是玫瑰，却有玫瑰般的芳香；
                           Not the sky, but the light of the sky:
                           它不是蓝天，却像蓝天一样明亮；
                           Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
                           它不是萤火虫，却在黑夜里闪光；
                           Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
                           它不是大海，却似大海万倾波涛，激起轰响；
                           Not myself, but what makes me
                           它不是我，却使我
                           See, hear, and feel something that prose
                           看到，听得到，感受到，一种散文难以描绘的意境。
                           Cannot, and what it is , who knows?
                           诗是什么，谁能知道？