想起弗罗斯特的一首短诗《雪尘》：

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

一只乌鸦
从铁杉树上
抖落雪尘
到我身上

让我的心绪
有了变化
挽救了些许
懊丧的时光 ​