Adonis's "Lightning Poetry"

After dinner, I browsed "Confucius Old Books Network" and caught a glimpse of adonis's My Anxiety is a Spark, which brightened my eyes! This is my favorite type of poet, who can vividly express abstract things with unique images, just like lightning shining in the night sky.

When adonis writes a message for a friend, he always writes the last paragraph in Leaves in the Wind:

Live brilliantly and write a poem;

Go ahead and increase the width of the earth.

This weather-beaten old poet is as pious as a saint in the face of poetry and unpredictable life. He can only live brightly, go forward without hesitation, never stop writing, write his life into a poem, and increase the territory of the world. Isn't this a portrayal of the poet's belief and course in this life? !

The poet is good at writing long poems, but his short chapters are clear at a glance, imaginative, full of wisdom and sparks of thought, and always inspire people and make them think deeply.

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I'm reading a book,

The words of nature gather around me,

The entrails of matter poured in,

The limbs of time are full of hints.

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Time in Baghdad is neither old nor young.

In Baghdad, time is a rose,

I'm worried: how to catch it,

Don't let it disappear.

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This is the sun in Baghdad—

Why, I opened the sky for it,

This makes me very excited?

Read another day's diary:

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Frogs wear water shoes,

Birds put on their best clothes and migrate.

seven

When a poet writes,

The body becomes a guitar,

Play with words in the palm of your hand.

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I've been silent for too long,

So the words from my limbs.

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When my insides were made,

My poem is a colorful painting on you.

My voice is embellished and embellished.

Look at these exciting poems:

I am a lamp room that cannot be illuminated;

My anxiety is a spark on the barren hills,

My love is a green beacon.

The fire of loneliness and fear,

The world is creating poverty.

You should step into the dark pulse,

In order to better predict the light.

I don't believe in the sun and the moon,

Stars are not pillows or dreams.

I believe that ashes-

The trees began to panic,

The stone is smoking,

Weakness swells on the earth.