(America) Paul? angel
Hangzhou is like an arm.
Around the long shoulders of the West Lake.
I love its green water, like an old friend, and its short peak.
Touch the gloomy sky.
I was in the dark last night.
I woke up thinking I was going to die.
My breathing is intermittent, like an uncontrolled spasmodic arm.
I think, a China person who loves Holland.
Far from home, Chinese fir plantation.
Away from the street where leaves rustle.
Corn fields around the street,
Come here to end his happiness.
There are also painful days, how incredible.
In that chaotic and painful moment,
I think, China, you put mine
My beautiful wife gave it to me. I am in my twilight years.
I have to give you the poor bone.
I close my eyes. It's darkness,
Quick death or natural sleep?
I'm awake. my heart
72 years old, like a loyal dog,
Call me-Paul, get up.
Let the sun know that you like it.
The flash was sprinkled on the lake.
Go to the scarlet Lingyin Temple.
Kowtow to the Buddha, his only one.
A calm hand gives you eternity on the green hill.
Go and talk to that old writer.
His thin legs began to walk.
Trembling because he was beaten.
His eyes still sparkled with courage and distress.
Write this poem to prove you.
In China, still alive with your wife.
Prove that you finally survived.
? Dull translation
More than ten years ago, I read this poem in an article on the Internet. I was shocked at that time and kept it in my computer. After more than ten years, I still insist that this is the best modern poem about the West Lake I have ever read. I remember writing some words on my blog at that time, which are as follows:
This is the best modern poem about the West Lake that I have ever read, written by an American poet. Author Paul? Angel is the husband of Nie Hualing, a female writer in Taiwan Province Province. This poem was written at the age of 72. Full of clear love for Iowa, China and his beautiful wife. Nevertheless, I was attracted by this poem:
? Hangzhou is like an arm.
? Around the long shoulders of the West Lake.
? I love its green water, like an old friend, and its short peak.
? Touch the gloomy sky.
"Hangzhou is like an arm around the West Lake." What a beautiful sentence, it brings us not only the beauty of the scenery, but also the warmth, and the hugged person will feel the complete warmth. According to Su Shi's "The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy". If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate. "Beauty is beauty, but it is only a leisurely enjoyment, lacking some touch and affection.
Let the sun know that you like it.
The flash was sprinkled on the lake.
Go to the scarlet Lingyin Temple.
Kowtow to the Buddha, his only one.
A calm hand gives you eternity on the green hill.
? "This peace of mind is my hometown." After reading this, I seem to be calm.
? I often recite these poems, and I even naively quote them in my application letter. Living in Hangzhou, I expect myself and my poet friends to write such poems.
? Paul and Nie Hualing have deep feelings and similar interests. This foreign son-in-law is humorous and wise. He once praised his beautiful Chinese wife: "sexy mind and smart body." The most commendable thing is that the couple organized the "International Writers' Writing Program" in Iowa, USA, and invited a group of writers from all over the world to create and live here every year, and provided free accommodation, which benefited many China writers such as Wang Zengqi. This activity has promoted mutual understanding in the international literary world, which is very good. And persisted after Paul's death, and Nie Hualing was also known as the "mother of world literary organizations".
I haven't found the exact source of this poem yet. I happened to read Mr. Wang Zengqi's reminiscence article the other day and learned that this poem was written by Paul. Angel's collection of poems, Impression of China, was found in a second-hand bookstore and bought immediately. More than 80 poems in Impression of China come from 1980, a couple's trip to China. In more than half a year, this American poet in the Midwest has made a close observation and experience of the scenery and people in China. In a poem, Paul wrote: "Smith and Jones are Yang, Wang, Zhang Hefang in China." How different, but under the skin/our bones are exactly the same. ""color, language, eyes are different. /We all have one thing:/Sound unites human beings,/Laughter and burping, groaning and coughing. "It can be seen that the friendship with our ancient country and people and a feeling of embracing the world. And this song "Thought I would die in China", I even want to die here with my lover.
Looking through it, we can clearly feel the fresh style and magnificent images of the whole collection of poems, among which Thought I was Dying in China is a representative. The poet intuitively captured the instant impression of the landscape of the West Lake, and the emotional closeness turned into a gentle and beautiful poetic image: Hangzhou is like an arm/a long shoulder around the West Lake. How beautiful and vivid! Although Hangzhou has been rapidly expanded, it is no longer like a gentle arm, but more like a broad mind, holding the West Lake in its arms. However, if we climb Mount Baoshi, or stand on the Bai Causeway and look at the cities in the east, Hangzhou is really like an arm, still embracing the shoulders of the West Lake lightly. According to the poet Pound, it is more meaningful to contribute an image than to write a long article. Paul. Angel can be said to have given the West Lake a poetic gift belonging to modern China people.
For more than ten years, I have worked and lived in Hangzhou, but I haven't often gone to the West Lake, and I haven't written many gratifying words. I remember my friend Quanzi once said at a symposium that modern poetry can't live up to this landscape. Over the years, he often read and wrote by the West Lake, and wrote "Hushan Collection", a batch of West Lake landscape poems that can respond to the soul. For so many years, I only handed in my homework to the West Lake once in 2005: "Before dusk, the egret flew/landed on the lonely lake, so white/sent it gently like a letter//It bent over and its long legs were immersed in its reflection/But it didn't sing/It was so beautiful//I know it wasn't because of my praise/Except for the crimson sunset and a quiet row of willows by the lake/"White
? As a lazy student, what should I do with my next homework? We have to hurry.