Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

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潇潇- 中国

大雪中的绸子

潇潇 - 中国

 

 

冬天，这双刺骨寒冷的手中

她的钥匙将打开谁的房门

十二月的身体和血液

把整个黑风，推进今晚

推进我每一根紧绷的神经

 

大雪中飞落的绸子

我随风吹走的某一段命运

我隐藏伤痛的一生

像一片片跌落的雪花

下坠的姿势，那接近死亡的一吻

 

被强行吞下的酸楚与苦涩

那些疾病中的疾病

你一转身，冬天的嘴唇

充满了水气和借口的托辞

惟有我敏感的胸口塞满了往日的情结

 

推开房门，我一生的泪水

就落了下来，犹如一场大雪中的分离

我的身心已渐渐破碎

一些掉进汤药的底部，永远不会呼救

另一些，如一世不可救药的爱情

颤抖地提在手上，像一包浓烈的草药

和一对迥异的情人

能够坚持多久

 

大雪中飘落的绸子

我降落的命运，我无限寒冷中的小温暖

我陷进肉中的泪痕

为什么一切都比你更真实

更怜惜一滴海水酸痛难言的消失

  

 

某年１２月２２日深夜

 

 

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