这一段时间读泉子的《湖山集》,读着,读着,不时放下书,陷入沉思,被他诗歌里的气韵、温度、率真和深邃的意境所感染。他诗歌里的词语,总是在近距离触摸着他的事物,且暗藏着丰富的隐喻,同时为此找到一个更合适的呈现方式,来容纳其饱满之思。在他的文本里,与其说“他写诗”不如说“诗写他”来得恰当。如同艾略特所说的:“诗人,应该是他语言的仆从。”他的思想、他的意念、他的动机、他对事物 During this period of time, I read Quanzhu’s “Collection of Mountains and Mountains”, reading, reading, putting down books from time to time, sinking into contemplation, being infested with the rhyme, temperature, rate and depth of his poem. The words in his poetry always touch his things at close range, and hide rich metaphors, at the same time, find a more suitable presentation way to accommodate his full thoughts. In his text, it is appropriate to say “he wrote poems” rather than “poems write him.” As Eliot said: “A poet should be a servant of his language.” "His thoughts, his thoughts, his motives, his actions on things