诗人点亮的只有灯——
他们自己，熄灭——
他们使灯芯燃起——
假如生命之光
像太阳与生俱来——
每个时代是一枚透镜
播散他们的
圆周——
The Poets light but Lamps—
Themselves—go out—
The Wicks they stimulate—
If vital Light
Inhere as do the Suns—
Each Age a Lens
Disseminating their
Circumference—