情意二字，可以瞬间绽放，可以辗转缠绵。
出自口中，是情话；
落于笔下，是情诗；
情话易逝。
因记忆善删减，善剪辑，加加减减，世异时移，面目全非；
情诗耐读。
少年爱青葱岁月，激情澎湃；中年喜追忆时光，曾经少年；老年懂人事艰辛，珍惜所有。
情诗读起来，分外有魅力。这种魅力你很难分析，元素就那么一些，时光就这么一刻，既不曲折，也不繁花似锦，只因那一刻，有一人，正爱着。
这爱意，并无地域之分。东西可有，南北可达。正在读文的你，应当也有心悦的那一人。
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【情诗选段】
（1）To his Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
（2）The Missing Piece Meets the Big O by Shel Silverstein
The missing piece sat alone...
waiting for someone
to come along
and take it somewhere.
Some fit...
but could not roll.
Other could roll
but did not fit.
One didn't know a thing about fitting.
And another
didn't know a thing
about anything.
One was too delicate.
(POP!)
One put it on a pedestal...
and left it there.
Some had too many pieces missing.
Some had too many pieces, period.
It learned to hide from the hungry ones.
More came. Some looked too closely.
Others rolled right by without noticing.
It tried to make itself
more attractive...
it didn't help.
It tried being flashy
but that just frightened
away the shy ones.
At last one came along
that fit just right.
（3）When you are old Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
