片尾詩

And it was at that age…Poetry arrived
in search of me.I don't know,I don't know where
it came from,from winter or a river,
I don't know how or when,
no,they were not voices,they were not
words,nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning along,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

——Pablo Neruda   舉報