There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance.It is a river,this language,Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean.It i...There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance.It is a river,this language,Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean.It is mountain effluvia Moving to valleys And from nation to nation Crossing borders and mixing.展开更多
文摘There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance.It is a river,this language,Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean.It is mountain effluvia Moving to valleys And from nation to nation Crossing borders and mixing.
