Poetry
Eleanor Farjeon
What is poetry? Who knows?
Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;
Not a sky, but the light in the sky;
Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
Not myself, but what makes me
See, hear, and feel something that prose
Cannot: and what it is, who knows?
诗
(英国) 依列娜·法吉恩
谁能告诉我,什么是诗?
它不是玫瑰,却有玫瑰般的芳香;
它不是蓝天,却似蓝天一样透亮;
它不是萤火虫,却在黑暗中闪光;
它不是大海,却似大海万顷波涛,激起轰响;
它不是我,却使我看到、听到、感受到,
一种奇妙的东西,
一种散文难以描绘的意境。
谁能告诉我,什么是诗?
(河南李倩倩供稿)