Why the Roses Are So Pale Heinrich Heine Dearest,canst thou tell me whyThe rose should be so pale?And why the Azure violetShould wither in the vale?And why the lark should in the cloudSo sorrowfully s...谢谢！可否再给我一首？谢谢！PoetryAnd itwas at that age Poetry arrived in search of meI don’t know, I don’t know Where it comes from From winter or a river I don’t know how or when No, they weren’t voices They were not words or silenceBut from a street I was summoned from the branches of night Abruptly from the othersAmong violent fires or returning alone There I was without a face and it touched me I didn’t know what to say My mouth had no way with names My eyes were blind and something started in my soul Fever of forgotten wings And I made my own way deciphering that fire And I wrote the first faint line, faint without substancePure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing And suddenly I saw the heavens unfastenedAnd open planets palpitated plantations Shadow perforated riddled with arrows, fire and flowers The winging night, the universe And I infinitesimal being drunk with the great starry voidLightness image of mystery felt myself a pure part of the abyssI wheeled with the stars My heart broke loose on the wind 诗意就在那时诗意觅我而来我不清楚，我不明白它从何方寻来或是寒冬，或是河流？我不知道它是如何，又是何时到来不，那不是声音不是文字，更非寂静那是街头长夜不时的召唤突然间，它来了在狂野炫目的烟火中，在寂寞归家的路上我好似迷茫而恍惚，迷离中被它攫住无以名状难以言述视线模糊，灵魂开始了异动灼热与被遗忘的羽翼我试图诠释那一团火簇于是我写下第一行苍白的诗句，苍白得缥缈这只是胡言乱语，无知者的思想忽然间我看见天堂打开了门锁星儿迸出，在林宇间舞动姿影婆娑，如箭，如火，如花起风的夜晚，苍穹浩淼渺小的我沉醉在这星光璀璨的长空轻盈神秘的影响中，我如沧海一粟随着星儿一道旋转飘忽心儿与风自由放逐