诗人殒没了!——光荣的俘虏——他倒下了,为流言所中伤,低垂下高傲的头颅,胸中带着铅弹和复仇的渴望!……诗人的心再不能够容忍那些琐细非礼的侮辱了,他起来反抗人世的舆论,依旧是匹马单枪……被杀了!被杀了!……到如今哀泣悲痛、怨诉的剖白、辩解的空谈、空洞的赞扬,又有什么 The poet was lost!—The glorious captive—he fell down, hurt by rumors, hung his proud head, and had a thirst for lead and vengeance in his chest!... The poet’s heart could no longer tolerate those trifles. Insulted, the paradox of his rebellion against the world was still a single shot of a horse. He was killed! He was killed!... Until now weeping grief, complaints of proselytizing, empty talks, empty praise, what