Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
About This Quote

Poetry is more than just words strung together for the purpose of communicating ideas or feelings. It is an art form that takes inspiration from nature and the world around us. When one person sets out to write a poem, they may not consider what everyone else will think of it. They may not even understand what they themselves think of it until after it has been translated into another language and read by someone who does not speak their native language. Poetry is a universal language which can be understood by anyone who reads it with their heart instead of their mind.

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