She told me poems, born of solitude, such as no poet ever sang; but all ingenuously, without one vestige of love, one trace of voluptuous thought, one echo of a poesy orientally soothing as the rose of Frangistan.
她给我讲诗,这些诗源于孤独,是诗人从未唱过的;但一切都很天真,没有一丝爱的痕迹,没有一丝淫荡的思想,没有像弗朗吉斯坦玫瑰那样东方舒缓的诗回声。