Emily Dickinson 1830 12 10 was born in a lawyer's family in amherst, Massachusetts. When it comes to Emily Dickinson, you have to talk about her personality. She chose to escape from this world and closed the door. She published only seven poems before her death, but she became famous after her death. People dug up more than 1000 poems left by her and read them carefully. At this time, people also know that this delicate woman who avoids the world is so rich and magnificent in her heart. Dickinson had several emotional experiences in her life, but none of them succeeded.
There are many translators in China who translated Emily Dickinson's poems, including Jiang Feng and Zhang Yun. Many people like Zhang Yun's translation, which is exquisite and sincere and comfortable to read. Zhang Yun published a book "Calm Passion", and used this name as the title of the poetess's work, perhaps to show that Emily Dickinson wrote a passionate poem in a quiet life.
Reading Emily Dickinson's poems, we often wonder why this poetess has such fantastic ideas. She wrote about death, love, loneliness, nature, poetry, mind, human beings, God and heaven, pain and joy, and eternal life. After reading Emily Dickinson's poems, I may have the feeling that I can see the world from another angle.
Emily Dickinson lived in a time when Puritanism prevailed, so her poems were full of suffering thoughts, concise in style, profound in meaning and mystical, and good at using simple sentences, but showed grand thoughts. Emily Dickinson was influenced by Emerson's transcendentalism. Emily Dickinson's poems are full of contradictions, affectionate but mysterious, barren but rich, simple but complex, but readers will have a new understanding of nature, joy, pain, death and eternity after reading them. It's China's ink painting, and it's meaningful to leave blank.
Emily Dickinson
The following poems and pictures of Emily Dickinson are selected from translator Zhang Yun's blog.
Emily Dickinson's desk before her death
A yellow star is walking quietly.
A yellow star rises quietly.
High stairs,
The moon also shines from the pure face.
Take off your silver hat.
The night sky lit up quietly.
Like a hall full of glory—
"Father," I said to the sky.
"You are so punctual."
I hope it's something with feathers.
I hope it's something with feathers.
Perched in the depths of the soul,
Around the clock
Sing a song without words.
The most beautiful music in the hurricane,
Let the raging storm hold its breath,
The wind can't shake.
Birds that warm the hearts of many people.
I often hear it sing in the coldest land.
In the most unfamiliar sea area;
And it, but never to me.
Beg for a crust of bread.