I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆舊平裝書(shū)，書(shū)頁(yè)已經(jīng)變得松軟，仿佛它們?cè)?jīng)屬于大海。
The true poet is the one who inspires.
The space between buildings is as important as the buildings themselves.