And there grows in the mind a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms whose perfume is itself a wind moving to lead the mind away.

And there grows in the mind a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms whose perfume is itself a wind moving to lead the mind away.

在你的心里长着一种香味，也许是槐花的香味，它本身就是一股风，把你的心吹走了。

-- William Carlos Williams 威廉·卡洛斯·威廉姆斯