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报告翻译问题
not about nature, not even about woman.
He who says God's wrath for our wrongdoing,
she who says nature versus man
that none shall break the human spirit.
Ours to whale, mine and plunder or not to;
Gaia to Ganymede, Io to Orpheus, Europa and Titan
they speak with serpent's breath.
We are not fallen but forever falling and flying,
soaring the empty cosmos
between cataclysmic clouds
that give violent birth and death
to any who draw near.
Eden is a chalice of beauty and poison,
nature's cruel and golden orchard
spinning in the light.
This is not about the human spirit,
nature versus nurture,
for her spirit is the will to survive
against catastrophic odds.
Consider the beasts of the ocean,
the flower in a desert storm,
a tree without a sky,
our many orphaned habitats,
a child without its mother,
we bear her will, her blood!
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