（昨日诗友传来此诗，很是喜欢。短句试译，以学方家。）
POETRY 诗是什么
Eleanor Farjeon
What is Poetry? Who knows?
诗为何，胡知之？
Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;
隐花形，溢沁香；
Not the sky, but the light in the sky;
非空穹，泻天光；
Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
非流萤，秀窈翔；
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
非海潮，涛声扬；
Not myself, but what makes me
藏我身，呈心想。
See, hear, and feel something that prose
且观，且听，且思量，诗随意扬。
Cannot: and what it is, who knows.
意顿笔拙又如何：诗为谁，胡知之。
