Please roughly explain the meaning of English poetry. Thank you, great god His vision, from constan

His eyes, from constantly passing through the bar, are tired of it, nothing else. He seems to have a thousand bars; And the bar behind it has no world. As his steps move forward again and again in a narrow circle, his powerful and soft stride forward is like a ritual dance station paralyzed around a powerful general. Only sometimes, the students' curtain elevator is quiet. Images enter and run down, muscles tense, arrested, lost in the heart and disappear.