My youth is nothing but a gloomy storm. Although I have been bathed in brilliant sunshine; However, the impact of lightning and showers left little fruit of my youth.
Now, I have been taken away by the autumn of thought. I must pick up a shovel and plow and plough the flooded land again, because the flood has made it as barren as a grave.
Who can tell me whether that dreamy new branch can bloom brilliantly in this desolate Yuan Ye?
Oh, it hurts! Pain! Time devours life. This hidden youth killer actually thrives by sucking our blood!
The "enemy" described by the poet is eternal time. The endless struggle of mankind is actually a struggle against time in the final analysis. Who is the "enemy"? From a rational perspective, the poet shows an emotional knot that is always intertwined. Who can solve it? )
putrescent corpse
Dear, think about what we saw, the beautiful morning of that cool summer: the rotting corpse lying on the gravel at the corner of the mountain road.
My legs are naked, like a slut, sweating like a pig, risking poison gas, and brazenly exposing my smelly stomach.
The sun shines on this rotten meat, as if to bake it a hundred times and let it return to nature;
The sky looks down on this proud skeleton like a blooming flower. But the stench was so strong that you almost fainted at first.
Flies buzzed on the belly of poplin, and dark maggots crawled out, dripping straight out along carrion like thick pus.
Maggots are undulating, rampaging and shining like waves; It seems that this corpse, inflated by the strong wind, has been revived, and its life continues in reproduction.
The world makes incredible sounds, like wind blowing, like water flowing, like a farmer shaking a dustpan vigorously, and wheat grains keep turning inside.
His figure has disappeared, leaving only a vague dream, leaving only a forgotten canvas, so that he can only come back in a hurry in a description with only memories.
An anxious bitch, hiding behind a stone, stared at the cruel dog's eyes, ready to grab another piece of rotten meat on this rotten bone.
But in the future, you will become rotten meat like this rotten meat, you, the star in my eyes and the sun in my heart. My angel, my passion!
Yes, you will be such a beautiful queen. When the last sacrament comes, you will sleep under flowers and weeds and rot in your bones.
At that time, my beauty, please tell them that those maggots who kissed you, although your love has disintegrated, your love has always existed in my heart!
(The poet Xu Zhimo called this poem "the most vicious and colorful fairy flower" in "Flowers of Evil", which expressed the value of words in one sentence. As Baudelaire said, "Give me your sludge and I will turn it into gold." This poem is the best proof of argument; Turn the eternal spirit into decay, turn the beauty of eternal life into ugliness, and vent the paradox of life and death to the extreme in the reflection of life and death. )
balcony
Memories of the mother, lovers of lovers, you are all my happiness! All my love! Do you still remember the warm comfort, the tenderness of the fire, the charm of dusk, the mother of memories, the lover among lovers ~!
Those balconies lit up by burning coal at dusk are covered with rosy soft fog. How warm your breasts are! How kind of you! Those unforgettable memories, those burning coals burning bright dusk.
How beautiful the sunset was on that warm night! How vast the sky is! How tenacious love is! My dear queen, when I bend over to you, I seem to smell the fragrance of your life. How beautiful the sunset was on that warm night!
Night falls, my eyes look for your eyes in the dark, I drink your fragrance, alas, sweet poison! Your feet are sleeping in my hands. Night falls.
I recall that charming moment and relive the old dream in your lap, but where can I find your beauty besides your tenderness and your charming body? I recall that charming moment!
Can those vows of eternal love, full of fragrance and endless kisses reappear from the abyss like the sun bathed in the depths of the sea, rejuvenate and rise to the sky again? Those vows of eternal love! Sweet! That endless kiss!
(In the poem, the poet remembers the old love with Jenny Duval and expresses his expectation for the future. From dusk, night, late at night to dawn, I hope to get back together. In the poems with a strong sense of music, the poet's desire for love is pinned. )
Beya Tracy.
One day, when I was complaining about nature, my thoughts wandered aimlessly, but the edge of my mind was bright. I saw the dark clouds that gave birth to the storm hovering over my head at noon, bringing a group of crazy demons, all cruel as curious dwarfs. These demons stared at me coldly, just as tourists appreciate crazy people. They winked, and I heard their whispering sarcasm and ridicule:
-"Let's look at this interesting boy. Look at this guy with long hair and erratic eyes. This is the ghost reappearance of Hamlet. Isn't this strange and ridiculous thing full of the sorrow of the unscrupulous? He thought that as long as he lived this role, eagles, crickets, streams and flowers could scream at his pain, and even us jugglers would recite his familiar lines? "
If it weren't for their evil demons, demons who don't shake the sun, finding the leer queen in my heart, laughing at my melancholy and pain with them and returning their obscene caresses from time to time, I might turn my head disdainfully! My self-esteem is as high as a mountain. Why should I be afraid of dark clouds and the devil's ghost? )
Beating Liz was Dante's eternal lover. He praised her in the immortal works The Divine Comedy and New Life, so she became a symbol of love. Baudelaire's poem shows the bloody course of human love, is a rare profound work of love and pain, and is also a bloody portrayal of the so-called "love" in this world. )
Vampire incarnation
The woman twisted like a snake on the hot coals, kneading the breasts on the wire cover of the bra, and at the same time, from her strawberry-flavored mouth, she revealed words full of musk:-"I, my wet lips, am proficient in all the bed bottom skills in ancient and modern times. My invincible breasts can suck up all the tears, and I can make the old man laugh like a child. Facing my naked eyes, I am his bright moon, sunrise, blue sky and stars! Dear doctor, I am proficient in happiness. When I hug a man in my terrible arms, or let him suck and bite, my delicate and firm breasts are full. On my limp and numb body that makes you crazy, an incompetent angel will go through fire and water for me! "
When she sucked my bone marrow dry, when I turned to her feebly and returned her love with a kiss, I saw her become a skin full of pus! I can't help shivering. I close my eyes. When I opened my eyes and saw the light again, I never saw her again. It was like a model-like body, with only bones shaking in an instant, like a weather vane or signboard on a winter night. At the invitation of the cold wind, I gave a chilling cry.
Dream of Miracles —— Dedicated to Felix Nadal
Have you ever experienced the pain of happiness like me and made people say, "Oh, what a freak!" " "-I'm so sad. This is my sentimental news, and my desire is mixed with strange diseases caused by terror;
It is the helplessness of anxiety and longing. The more empty the hourglass of fate is, the more intense my pain is; My heart is farther away from this world.
I am like a child who loves drama. I hate endings as much as I hate obstacles ... The cold truth is finally revealed:
I will die without suspense, and the terrible dawn will cover my body and mind. -Why? Is that all? The curtain has been raised, but I'm still looking forward to it.
(Nadal likes adventure, and there are all kinds of adventures. He escaped from death by a hair's breadth. Poets use this to express their feelings and understanding of life. Aren't we also in "happy pain" and feel that "the more intense the pain, the more comfortable it is"? But in the end, we are "still looking forward to it")