Chapter 1 (Selection) (Finding Heroes) As soon as it is fresh, I am suffering from no heroes to write,
Although the heroes are endless in today's world;
It happens every year, every month, and there are countless articles in newspapers and periodicals,
Then I discovered: He is not really a hero;
Therefore, I don’t follow what others say. ,
And I want to recite our old friend Don Juan——
We have all seen his plays, he lived a short life,
It seems He was taken away by a kid before he was old enough. Second, the previous generation included Vernon, Wolfe, Hauke, Cape,
Executioner Cumberland, Grande, and other generals,
For better or worse, after all It was talked about for a while,
Just like Weasley today, his name was also marked on the sign.
Oh, these slaves of honor, those "young pigs",
all once walked with their heads high, like the shadow of Banquo's imperial work;
Similarly, France has a Napoleon and a Dumoet,
who have won records in the "Herald" and "Awakening of the World". Three France also has Condorcet, Brissot, Mirabeau,
Lafayette, Pesson, Danton, Marat, Barnave,
We know, They are all famous,
In addition, there are others who have not been forgotten, such as:
Joubert, Auch, Marceau, Lannes, Desai, Moreau,< /p>
As well as many important figures in the military circles, it is difficult to describe them all.
They were all very, very impressive at one time,
However, they were not very suitable for use in my poems. Nelson was once the god of war in Great Britain,
Unfortunately, the trend changed soon after;
Trafalgar is no longer mentioned,
It has been buried with our heroes;
Because the reputation of the Army is growing day by day,
How can people in the naval community not be affected?
Not to mention , our prince only supports the army,
Forget about Hao, Duncan, Nelson and Jervis. There is more than one Agamemnon among the five heroes.
Before and after him, there were many heroes.
Although they were brave like him, they had their own merits;
However, just because it did not shine in the poems,
it was forgotten by the world. ——I don’t mean to be critical,
but to be honest, I really can’t find anyone in contemporary times
that applies to my poetry (this is this new poem),
So, as I said, I chose Don Juan. Chapter 1 (Excerpt) (Poet’s Self-Irony) 213 But now, at the age of thirty, my hair has turned gray.
(Who knows what will happen when I am around forty?
< p>A few days ago I thought of wearing a wig——)My heart gets older faster; in short,
I squandered my money in May Summer,
Now I can’t muster up the energy to refute with others;
My life has been used up with all the benefits,
Where can I still have that kind of thing? The feeling of being invincible? whoseced's, it's over, it's over, - there is no more in my heart
That fresh vitality, like the dewdrops in the morning, can make us recover from everything Lovely scenes
bring out all kinds of fresh and beautiful emotions,
just like bees brewing honey and hiding it in the heart;
But you can think of that sweetness. Honey is getting richer?
No, it turns out that it is not from outside, but depends on your
Have you the ability to make flowers more charming? int, it's over, it's over - my soul,
You are no longer my everything, my universe!
You were so powerful in the past, but now I put them aside,
You are no longer the cause of my misfortunes;
The illusion is gone forever: you are numb.
But that's not bad, because after you cooled down,
I gained a lot of insights,
although God knows how bitter it came. ifier] My days of dating are over. No matter how charming you are:
Be it a girl, a lady, let alone a widow,
can no longer fascinate me like it used to -
In short, My past life cannot be repeated.
I no longer have any illusions about spiritual compatibility,
The drinking of red wine is also discouraged;
But for the good old man, I have to have a bit of a hobby,
I think it would be best for me to take the path of greed.
217 "Ambition" was once my idol, but it has been shattered before the altar of "Sorrow" and "Joy";
These two gods He left me a lot of notes,
enough for me to ponder silently in my free time;
Now, like bacon’s copper head, I have finished:
< p>"Now, past, time is no longer"; youth is precious,But my precious youth has been used up in time:
The heart is consumed in love, and the brain is used in Rhyming. What does fame mean? It's just a small corner of the page. >
Its top is also filled with clouds and mist;
Just for this, people talk, write, and preach,
Heroes and heroes fight, and poets "hold the night "Candle", so that when I turn into ashes, I can boast of it
A name, a bad photo, and an even worse statue. What is it? The ancient Egyptian king Cheops built the first pyramid.
For his fame and his mummy
this tower will last forever. It was the tallest one, but he didn't expect that his tomb would be robbed.
Not even a drop of ashes was left in the coffin.
Alas, It can be seen from this that no matter it is you or me,
why do we need to erect monuments to place our hopes? Said: "Oh, life is like a white foal passing by.
This body is just grass and mustard, allowing death to harvest it at will;
Your youth has finally been unsatisfactory,
Even if Live your life again according to your wish,
It will still pass, so, sir, you should be grateful
Your stars; everything is not too bad after all:
< p>Read your Bible and take care of your wallet. "Chapter 2 (Excerpt)Haidee
117 Her hair is brown, I said, but her eyes are black Like death,
the eyelashes are also as black, bending like velvet,
but containing infinite charm; because when the moonlight
from the bright edges, the entire Flash out,
Even the fast arrow does not have such power:
It seems like a coiled snake suddenly straightening,
suddenly pulling its Poison was thrown at people with all its strength. 183 It was the moment when the day was getting cooler.
A red sun was sinking into the blue mountains.
Nature was silent, dark and still.< /p>
It seems that the whole world has melted into it;
On one side of them are the calm and cool sea,
On the other side are the distant mountains that are like crescent moons,
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There was only one star in the rose-colored sky,
It flickered, much like an eye. 184 They wandered forward hand in hand,
Stepping on shells and colorful gravel,
Sometimes I walked through flat and hard sand,
Sometimes I walked into the sand that has been eroded by wind and rain for many years
The cave formed seemed to be carefully arranged,
with a hall, a spar roof and a living room;
They rested side by side, hugging each other with one arm,< /p>
Oh, the purple sunset has made them intoxicated. They looked up at the sky, and the burning clouds were like a red sea, vast and brilliant.
They looked down at the sea, reflected in the sparkling waves,
The round bright moon was rising out of the sea,
They listened to the splashing of the waves and the gentle breeze,< /p>
They also saw loving gazes
Each person’s dark eyes shone into each other’s heart,
so their lips touched each other and they received a sweet kiss . ifier |
This kind of kiss can only be given when you are young;
When soul, heart and senses sing in harmony,
The blood is lava, the pulse It is fire, every caress, every kiss shocks the soul: this kind of power must be measured by its length. 187. When I say length, I mean time; They kissed
God knows how long - of course they didn't calculate;
Even if they had, I'm afraid they couldn't calculate how much it took in one second! Rich beauty;
No one speaks, they just feel attracted to each other,
As if the soul and the lips are calling each other,
Once they meet, they are like bees Glued together,
their hearts are flowers, brewing honey outwards.
188 They were far away from the world, but it was not like the loneliness that a person felt in a small room.
The sea was silent, and stars shone on the bay.
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The red sunset dimmed, and the sky became darker and darker.
The silent sand and rocks and dripping caves all around made them cuddle closer.
It seems that there is no life in the whole world.
There are only two of them, and they will live forever. ????
They are not afraid
of prying eyes and ears, nor are they afraid of the night;
They are satisfied with each other. Although the language is not much,
only a few intermittent words, but it has been spoken to the fullest;
Oh, how can all the passionate words taught by enthusiasm
The mystery of nature—first love—can be expressed with a sigh. This revelation is exactly Eve’s gift to her descendants. 190 Haidee has no worries and does not ask for an oath.
She does not swear an oath herself because she has never heard of it.
A girl in love can be deceived.
Maybe there must be various promises before they can be combined;
She is as innocent and ignorant as a bird,
She is only happy when flying towards her partner,
I never dreamed of changing my heart midway,
so I didn’t mention a word about loyalty. 191 She loved, and was loved; she worshiped,
and was worshiped: their natures,
let their passionate souls pour into each other,
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If the soul could die, it would have died of passion!
But their minds gradually regained consciousness.
This only rekindled their feelings and made them fall into confusion again;
Haidee held her racing heart close to him. chest,
It seems that it can no longer leave its beating. 192 Alas, they are so young, so beautiful,
so lonely, so in love, so helpless in love,
At that moment, the soul is always the most abundant,
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None of them has the power to govern it,
so they commit sins that cannot be escaped after death,
and must be punished by the eternal fire of hell
This moment of joy - if mortals want to give happiness or pain to
each other, they have to suffer this sin. 194 They looked at each other, their eyes shining in the moonlight; she held Don Juan's head with her snow-white arms, and he held hers,
His hand was half buried in the braid of hair;
She sat on his lap, drinking his sigh,
He He also drank hers until he was breathless.
In this way, they formed a group of statues,
with an ancient Greek flavor, half-naked and in love. The affectionate and passionate moment of 1955 passed,
Don Juan fell asleep deeply in her arms,
She did not sleep, but gently but firmly
p>Dedicate the beauty of her breasts to him as a pillow;
Her eyes sometimes look up, sometimes look at him,
The pale cheeks have been covered by her breasts Snuggle up to the warmth,
Oh, how happy her broad heart is,
Everything she has given and will give for it. 197 Because he sleeps so peacefully and so cutely,
His whole life is singing with us,
He is so gentle, still, weak and weak,
Unconsciously of the joy he gave people,
everything he experienced, confirmed, and imposed on others
has been lost in the depths, vague and inescapable. Seeking,
This is what you love, charming and fallacious,
It seems like death, but it does not give people the terror of death. The girl in 198 looked at her lover, and at that moment
Love, night and the ocean were the most lonely,
They all injected loneliness into her soul;
Oh, relying on these sandstones and rough rock walls,
She and her lover who had endured many storms
built a nest of love, and Everything in the human world is far away,
and the stars in the space are all over the world,
I can't find anything more joyful than her face.
202 Haidee is with nature and doesn’t understand all that.
Haidee was born of passion. In her hometown
the sun shines three times brighter and scorches people.
Even its bright-eyed daughter kisses with passion;
She was born only for love, to choose a lover, and have sex with him Heart,
She doesn’t care about things elsewhere; heaven and hell,
have nothing to do with her: her heart only beats here! ?????Twenty-three Oh, that surge of enthusiasm! The rapid beating of the heart!
What sacrifices we have to make for this!
But the cause and effect of the heartbeat are very charming,
the "wisdom" that monitors it has to take action:
hurriedly put the beautiful truth concept There are words,
It takes away the magic power of "joy"; the same goes for "conscience":
It tries hard to explain to us the maxims of kindness,
It is too kind ——It’s no wonder that Kaserui didn’t come to draw donations. 204 Well, on this desolate seaside, their hearts
are already engaged, and the stars, the wedding torch
make this beautiful couple even more beautiful,< /p>
The ocean is the witness, the cave is the newlywed's couch,
Emotion presides over their wedding, loneliness is the pastor——
They got married like this; this rock wall Below,
to them it is a paradise of happiness,
They see each other as no different from angels. 212 According to Plato, it is an aesthetic feeling,
It is the meticulous diffusion of the senses,
It is purely spiritual, broad and magical,
Since it fell from the starry sky, it has filled the space between heaven and earth;
Without it, life would seem too dull.
In short, it is to use your own eyes,
plus one or two small feelings to show that
the flesh is originally made of flammable mud Kneaded. 214 The mind is like the sky and is part of the heaven.
It also has the alternation of day and night, just like the sky.
Sometimes it covers the dark clouds and flashes of thunder and lightning.
It will also rage and become dark;
But once it is burned, pierced, and torn,
the sinister clouds will turn into rain and die;
The eyes shed tears of hard work,
This is the British weather in our lifetime. Chapter 3 (Excerpt) Mourning Greece - The Greek Islands, the beautiful Greek Islands!
Fiery Sappho sang love songs here;
Here, the arts of war and peace flourished together,
Dylos rose, Apollo leapt out The sea!
The eternal summer still gilds the island,
But except for the sun, everything has sunk. Muse of Diocese, Muse of Theo,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
won fame on your shores,
< p>Now it is mute in this place of origin;Oh, that song has spread far to the west,
far beyond the "island paradise" of your ancestors. The three undulating mountains looked at Marathon -
Marathon looked at the vast sea waves;
I meditated there alone for a quarter of an hour,
Dreaming that Greece would still be free And joy;
Because, as I stand on the Persian tomb,
I cannot imagine myself as a slave. Four kings sat high on the top of the stone mountain,
Looking at Salami standing upright overseas;
Thousands of ships docked at the foot of the mountain,
How many other teams are all under his command!
He counted them at dawn,
but where were they at sunset? Wuhe, where are they now? And what about you,
my motherland? In the silent land,
the hero's hymn is now silent -
The hero's heart is no longer stirring!
Is it possible that your always solemn harp
has fallen into my hands? Six or six, being in a slave nation,
Although the honor has been lost,
At least, the worries of a patriot,
still make I blush when I compose songs;
For, what can a poet do here?
Ashamed of the Greeks, weeping for the country of Greece. 7 Do we have no choice but to cry and be ashamed of the time? ——Our ancestors shed blood.
O earth! Bring back some of the Spartan bones
from your arms!
Even if you give us three of the three hundred warriors,
Resurrection of Demon Billy’s decisive battle! Eight, why, still silent? Everything is mute?
No! Listen to the ancient heroic souls
just as noisy as the waterfall in the distance.
They replied: "As long as there is a living person
climbing up and shouting, we will Come on, come on!”
Hey! It's just that the living people ignore it. Forget it, forget it; try something else:
Fill a glass of Samos wine!
Leave the war to the Turkish savages,
Let the blood of the grapes of Kaew flow!
Listen, how eagerly every drunkard responds to this dishonorable call! 10 You still retain Pirik's dancing skills,
But where has Pirik's phalanx gone?
These are two lessons, why only remember one,
and forget the noble and strong lesson?
Cademus created the font for you——
Did he teach it to slaves? Fill a cup full of Samos wine one by one!
Let us put aside such topics!
This wine made Anacreon
sing into divine song; yea, he yielded to
Polykleides, a Tyrant,
But the tyrant is at least a member of our country. ∣
Is the most loyal and valiant friend of freedom:
The tyrant Metaias lives up to this day!
Oh, I wish we could have a tyrant now
as shrewd as him,
He would unite us and not be bullied by others! One or three handfuls of the wine from Samos filled a cup!
On the rocks of Suri and on the shore of Baga, there live the brave descendants of a people who are worthy of being the mother of Sparta. Raise;
There, perhaps the seeds have been scattered,
It is the true inheritance of the lineage of Hercules. The cause of 14th freedom should not rely on Westerners,
They have a king who does business;
Native swords, local soldiers,
are the ones who charge into battle The only hope;
But the Turkish force and the Latin deception,
will penetrate your shield through the internal and external cooperation.
One or five handfuls of the wine from Samos filled a cup!
Our girls are dancing under the shade of the trees -
I see their bright black eyes,
But looking at each bright girl,
My eyes are fascinated by the hot tears.
Do these breasts also need to feed slaves? 16. Let me climb the cliff of Sunia.
There, it will be just me and the waves.
We can hear each other's whispers.
Let I sing like a swan and die;
I don’t want the slave country to belong to me——
Just break the glass of Samos
Any paragraph is One song