I still remember in my dreams at night the beautiful face of that old monk.

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I know not what the younger dreams-- Some vague Utopia--and she seems, When withered old and skeleton-gaunt, An image of such politics.

我不知年幼者梦想什么-,某种模糊的乌托邦--她仿佛，当枯萎衰老瘦骨嶙峋的时候，这类政治的一个鬼影。

耶鲁公开课 - 现代诗歌课程节选

I know not what the younger dreams-- Some vague Utopia--and she seems, When withered old and skeleton-gaunt, An image of such politics.

我不知年幼者梦想什么-,某种模糊的乌托邦--她仿佛，当枯萎衰老瘦骨嶙峋的时候，这类政治的一个鬼影。

耶鲁公开课 - 现代诗歌课程节选