您選的作者特殊、作品獨步，譬如今日這位。我覺得才半首不過癮，所以搬來這篇眾人或聆賞過的段落。

~ “The Landscape"

I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love

is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath

filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame

lay at the end of each arrow-straight path.

I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love

is no longer that storm whose white nerve sparked

the castle towers, or left the mind unrhymed,

or flared an instant, just where the road forked.

It is the star struck under my heel in the night.

It is the vvord no book on earth defines.

It is the foam on the wave, the cloud in the sky.

As they age, all things grow rigid and bright.

The streets fall nameless, and the knots untie.

Now, with this landscape, I fix; I shine.” ― Robert Desnos