可能事情已经发生了，当年读到这个时..
（冒烟的的火炉阻止着霜寒）掠过了，流着血。.
Take care whom you mix with in life, irresponsible one,
For if you mix with the rong people
- And you yourself may be one of the wrong people -
If you make love to the wrong person.
In some old building with its fabric of dirt,
As clouds of witchcraft, nitro-glycerine, and cake,
Brush by (one autumn night) still green
From our green sunsets...and then let hundreds pass, unlit,
They will do you ferocious indelible harm!
Far beyond anything you can imagine, jazzy sneerin one,
And afterards you'll live in no man's land,
You'll lose your identity, and never get yourself back, diablotin,
It may have happened already, and as you read this...
Ah, it has happened already. I remember, in an old building;
Clouds which had cut themselves on a sharp winter sunset
(With its smoking stove of frosts to keep it cold) went by, bleeding.
