获1992年普利策奖的美国女诗人Louise Glück的一句感言和一首诗——
I don’t think poetry is based on optimism. It’s based on survival.
《Snowdrops》
Do you know what I was, how I lived?
You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring —
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
