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

活到今天

   ——给善良的人Ｂ．Ｙ．Ｆ·

潇潇 - 中国

 

以此纪念奥斯维辛死难的灵魂们，

以此纪念在暴力下所有的亡灵。

 

活到今天，生命散失

石头吸干了水分

罪恶的人依旧在一端与太阳起落

空气铺开口渴的大嘴唇

把一切活着的东西

挂在口头，喝得干干净净

 

醉，失态是一剂良药

往昔的幻象从远处到来

一个洞开的世界轻轻打开

孤立的，与世隔绝的古拉格群岛

如三月的开放，吐露出

被死亡照亮的脸

 

当烟囱，这个野蛮的鼻孔

吸满焚尸的烟尘

岩石下的真理，大海饱经风霜的牙齿

一天接一天脱落

无辜的生命被迫流产

巨大的陷阱——生活

我吃尽了苦头，坚持活着

他们却死了，死了

而一块块松软的石头上

另一个更大的象，潜伏下来

白天的梦走动却发不出声

从头顶到脚根，失眠的神情

犹如爱情的幽灵

被一把沉重的铁锁砸伤了手脚

再也打不开

 

这些虚妄的日子

比黑夜的舞蹈更恍惚，更疼痛

狭窄的喉咙，火焰狂乱的舌头

呼叫呼叫?选即使流浪

比一个乞丐更穷

不能预支一次微薄的生命

 

１９９１年３月２１日于北京

 

 

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