Poetry 版 (精华区)

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题  目: 舒婷诗选
来  源: 哈尔滨紫丁香站
日  期: Mon Sep 22 10:15:20 1997
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                       这也是一切

                     ----答一位青年朋友的<<一切>>

                               不是一切大树
                               都被风暴折断;
                               不是一切种子
                           都找不到生根的土壤;
                               不是一切真情
                          都流失在人心的沙漠里;
                               不是一切梦想
                            都甘愿被折掉翅膀.
                       不,不是一切都像你说的那样!

                               不是一切火焰,
                               都只燃烧自己
                              而不把别人照亮;
                               不是一切星星,
                               都仅指示黑暗
                               而不报告曙光;
                               不是一切歌声
                                 都掠过耳旁
                               而不留在心上.
                       不,不是一切都像你说的那样!

                        不是一切呼吁都没有回响;
                        不是一切损失都无法补偿;
                          不是一切深渊都是灭亡;
                    不是一切灭亡都覆盖在弱者头上;
                               不是一切心灵
                        都可以踩在脚下,烂在泥里;
                               不是一切后果
                       都是眼泪血印,而不展现欢容.

                        一切的现在都孕育着未来,
                      未来的一切都生长于它的昨天.
                            希望,而且为它斗争,
                        请把这一切放在你的肩上.



                                   也 许 ?


                         ---答 一 位 作 者 的 寂 寞

                             也 许 我 们 的 心 事
                              总 是 没 有 读 者
                             也 许 路 开 始 已 错
                                结 果 还 是 错
                      也 许 我 们 点 起 一 个 个 灯 笼
                         又 被 大 风 一 个 个 吹 灭
                        也 许 燃 尽 生 命 烛 照 黑 暗
                         身 边 却 没 有 取 暖 之 火
                              也 许 泪 水 流 尽
                              土 地 更 加 肥 沃
                           也 许 我 们 歌 唱 太 阳
                             也 被 太 阳 歌 唱 着
                           也 许 肩 上 越 是 沉 重
                              信 念 越 是 巍 峨
                         也 许 为 一 切 苦 难 疾 呼
                        对 个 人 的 不 幸 只 好 沉 默
                      也 许 由 于 不 可 抗 拒 的 召 唤
                           我 们 没 有 其 他 选 择



                                   致橡树


                                   (1977.3.27)

                              我如果爱你－－
                           绝不学攀援的凌霄花,
                           借你的高枝炫耀自己;
                              我如果爱你－－
                            绝不学痴情的鸟儿,
                          为绿荫重复单调的歌曲;
                               也不止象泉源
                           常年送来清凉的慰籍;
                               也不止象险峰
                               增加你的高度,
                              衬托你的威仪。

                                 甚至日光。
                                 甚至春雨。
                            不, 这些都还不够！
                       我必须是你近旁的一株木棉,
                      作为树的形象和你站在一起。
                               根, 紧握在地下;
                        叶, 相触在云里;每一阵风过

                              我们都互相致意,
                                  但没有人
                             听懂我们的言语。
                            你有你的铜枝铁干,
                           象刀、象剑、也象戟;
                            我有我红硕的花朵,
                               象沉重的叹息, 
                             又象英勇的火炬。

                       我们分担寒潮、风雷、霹雳;
                       我们共享雾霭、流岚、虹霓;
                      仿佛永远分离,却又终身相依。
                            这才是伟大的爱情,
                               坚贞就在这里:
                                   爱－－
                           不仅爱你伟岸的身躯,
                            也爱你坚持的位置,
                               足下的土地。



                                     黄昏



                      我说我听见背後有轻轻的足声
                      你说是微风吻着我走过的小径

                         我说星星象礼花一样缤纷
                       你说是我的睫毛沾满了花粉

                  我说小稚菊都闭上了昏昏欲睡的眼睛
                   你说夜来香又开放了层层迭迭的心

                      我说这是一个生机勃勃的暮春
                      你说这是一个诱人沉醉的黄昏



                                  送友出国



                         替你担惊的日子已成以往
                         为你骄傲的时刻尚未盼到
                             当月光的碰盏之声
                         泛起葡萄酒般温暖的血潮
                                  我不相信
                           你将漂泊他去,不相信
                         你能舍去蓓蕾永绽的小岛
                                  我不相信
                       深巷小木门不咿呀为我开着
                          再没有人迎风敞着绒衣
                              一直送我到渡桥

                          不相信分离,不相信遗忘
                          不相信虎视眈眈的阴影
                               依旧蹲伏暗角
                           或许前程中还有坎坷
                          但不是隐约地已见目标
                              或许追求了一生
                          仍然得从追求本身寻找
                             通过人生的凯旋门
                             有时自己并不知道

                      汽笛,在空荡荡的心中穿织乡愁
                          家乡水缓缓从指间流过



                                      赠


                       （１９７５．１１．１１）

                              我为你扼腕可惜
                          在那些月光流荡的舷边
                          在那些细雨霏霏的路上
                              你拱着肩, 袖着手
                                  怕冷似地
                              深藏着你的思想
                               你没有觉察到
                             我在你身边的步子
                                 放得多么慢
                                 如果你是火
                                  我愿是炭
                               想这样安慰你
                                 然而我不敢

                              我为你举手加额
                       为你窗扉上闪熠的午夜灯光
                         为你在书柜前弯身的形象
                          当你向我坦露你的觉醒
                             说春洪重又漫过了
                                  你的河岸
                                 你没有问问
                              走过你的窗下时
                               每夜我怎么想
                                 如果你是树
                                 我就是土壤
                               想这样提醒你
                                 然而我不敢



                                 四月的黄昏



                               四月的黄昏里
                         流曳着一组组绿色的旋律
                                 在峡谷低回
                                 在天空游移
                          要是灵魂里溢满了回响
                              又何必苦苦寻觅
                         要歌唱你就歌唱吧，但请
                           轻轻，轻轻，温柔地

                                 四月的黄昏
                         好象一段失而复得的记忆
                              也许有一个约会
                               至今尚未如期
                              也许有一次热恋
                                 永不能相许
                       要哭泣你就哭泣吧，让泪水
                           流呵，流呵，默默地



                                   自画像



                           她是他的小阴谋家。

                         祈求回答，她一言不发，
                         需要沉默时她却笑呀闹呀
                              叫人头眩目花。
                               她破坏平衡，
                               她轻视概念，
                           她象任性的小林妖，
                          以怪诞的舞步绕着他。

                           她是他的小阴谋家。
                      他梦寐以求的，她拒不给予，
                     他从不想象的，她偏要求接纳。
                         被柔情吸引又躲避表示，
                         还未得到就已害怕失去，
                             自己是一个漩涡，
                             还制造无数漩涡，
                          谁也不明白她的魔法。

                           她是他的小阴谋家。

                          召之不来，挥之不去，
                          似近非近，欲罢难罢。
                               有时象冰山，
                               有时象火海，
                          有时象一支无字的歌，
                          聆听时不知是真是假，
                          回味时莫辨是甜是辣。
                               他的，他的，
                           她是他的小阴谋家。

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