双子星

对于那些一打开就被贴上“赢不了”“很弱”标签的卡牌，我可能想再给它们一次机会。我和风我也是一出生就被认为是“多余”的，过着弃儿般的生活，但我们都没有放弃，紧抓住一切机会活了下来。如果人生有奖项，即便得不到一等奖，我们至少也配得个参与奖、鼓励奖什么的。我们或许在期待那一天的到来，觉得自己值这点东西。同样的道理，当时我觉得这些卡牌也一样应该拥有发挥本领的场所。

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.

北岛诗歌集

彗星回来，或永远走开别这样站在门口如同一尊石像用并不期待回答的目光谈论我们之间的一切其实难以想象的并不是黑暗，而是早晨灯光将怎样延续下去或许有彗星出现拖拽着废墟中的瓦砾和失败者的名字让它们闪光、燃烧、化为灰烬回来，我们重建家园或永远走开，像彗星那样灿烂而冷若冰霜摈弃黑暗，又沉溺于黑暗中穿过连接两个夜晚的白色走廊在回声四起的山谷里你独自歌唱

给孩子的诗

艾吕雅自由在我的小学生练习簿上在我的课桌和树木上在沙上在雪上我写下你的名字在所有读过的书页上在所有空白的书页上石头、鲜血、白纸或灰烬我写下你的名字在金色的图像上在战士的武器上在国王的冠冕上我写下你的名字在丛林和沙漠上在鸟巢和灌木上在我童年的回声上我写下你的名字在夜晚的奇迹上在白昼的面包上