Munk's poem: You will grow old after death.
Munk's poem: You will grow old after death.
Munk's Poetry: Aging after Death
The dead man's white hair has grown in the ground.
This makes me believe that people will grow old after death.
People still have nightmares after death.
I will wake up and open my eyes.
Another day was born from the eggshell.
Soon began to be busy pecking on the ground.
You will also hear your own footsteps.
I can hear my legs laughing and worrying.
I will remember it, too, although my heart is empty.
Although the people in their hearts have rotted away.
They will also sing praises to them and their lovers.
Hold her face firmly with both hands.
Then carefully put her in the grass.
Watching her clumsily drag her sexy body out.
Will wait, wait for the sun.
Finally, it was swept away by the wind like a broken straw mat.
Waiting for the sunset is like being afraid of a wild animal.
Will tear it to pieces and avoid you like meat.
At night, it will gently hold you in its arms.
You can play with it, vent it and say nothing.
I also lie down and close my eyes because of fatigue.
Listen to the roar of the beasts in the sky in the battle.
I'll be worried, too, maybe overnight
All the blood in the sky will flow to the ground.
Will stand up and mourn a dead face.
But her eyes are still fixed on you.
I wish I could live forever.
I hope I'm not an animal hunted by others.
Bake it in the fire and swallow it.
It will also be painful.
The dead man's white hair has grown in the ground.
This makes me believe that people will grow old after death.
This is one of Munk's representative works. It looks hazy. Coupled with some very common images and absurd imagination, people feel like falling in the clouds and fog. I tried to analyze it. I don't know if it is right or wrong, but it is absolutely original:
In this poem, the dead person represents the imperfect self yesterday, even if it is a thing of the past, but now with projection, the fault is missing, which means rebirth, change, promotion, and regaining vitality and vitality, so there is the following "
Another day was born from the eggshell.
Soon began to be busy pecking on the ground. "
After countless times of tempering, the new self is full of vitality, but it is still not perfect. People only grow up in such a test, even if it is "
Bake it in the fire and swallow it.
It will also be painful. "
We must also stick to it, so that we can continue to hone and grow to the peak.
Finally, the author once again explained the same truth by singing three sighs, which is also well-intentioned.
The above is my humble opinion, please refer to it!