Robert Frost, the poet laureate of the United States, gave a very classic definition of poetry: "Poetry is what is lost after translation." Although according to the research of Mr. Cao Minglun, who specializes in Frost, This sentence should be "Poetry is that thing that disappears from prose and poetry when it is interpreted." (that I could define poetry this way: It is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.)
The styles of the three masters are very different: Ellery Quinn is characterized by surgery Surgically precise logic, the law of cause and effect is Quinn's initial belief and final conversion. The closely linked process of solving the case reminds people of the butterfly effect. He can deduce an industry from a piece of wool or a grain of flour. Revolutionary; John Dixon Carr's hallmark is a narrative technique that transforms decay into magic. He knows every word and punctuation so well, knows exactly when and where to place them on stage, and can make those anemic conspiracies sexy to death ( The most extreme expression of Carl's ability is his "The Pivot of Distortion"). He can turn a piece of wool or a grain of flour into an industrial revolution; and Agatha's characteristic is that she can be used in "Murder Notice") To describe it, that snack is called "Sweet Death" - she can describe the industrial revolution dominated by machinery and metal into a texture as soft and delicate as a piece of wool or a grain of flour. .
I am the last passer-by on your road
The last spring, the last snow
The last battle for survival
—— "Phoenix" by Paul Eluard
The path forked in the woods covered with yellow leaves,
Unfortunately, I can only choose one of them...
——Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"
In the notebooks of the young Frost, it was clearly recorded: Once any poet becomes mainstream, he will never be the same again. Nothing to see. This is not surprising at all, because it only shows that the poet's poetic taste is only at the average level of the public. He will only be a mediocre craftsman, while the real poet will be far ahead of the public, independent from the world, and only fall in love with three or two close friends from a distance.
Everything that exists is reasonable. This is the clear truth.
——Alexander Pope's "Treatise on Man"
People often say that the views in so-and-so's works are quite sharp, and he likes this sharpness. However, in my opinion, those so-called sharp works are usually just sharp expressions, using sharp words to express a certain point of view that has long been popular and easily accepted by the public. And a sharp point of view, a truly sharp "viewpoint", will never be popular in its own era. People either regard it as a scourge, or regard it as a fantasy, or they cannot see it at all. "Popular work with a sharp point of view" is a self-contradictory statement in itself.
In Albert Camus's play "Caligula", there is a dialogue and two lines, and each of us must choose one of the two:
Scherea Said: "If we want to live in this world, we should defend it."
Caligula replied: "This world is not important, and whoever admits this will win himself." ”
Since they are strangers to each other, they each believe that
their trajectories have never passed through the other party’s station;
and the street corners, corridors and stairs have long been seen. Habit
A million moments when they passed each other.
——Szymborska's "Love at First Sight"
Why do I have to leave you,
to cut myself on the sharp edge of the night?
——Amy Lowell, "Taxi"
My plant love grew slowly,
Beyond the glorious borders of all great empires.
—— "To His Shy Girlfriend" by Andrew Marvell
Man stands alone in the heart of the earth
Pierced by a ray of sunshine:
It was night in a blink of an eye.
——Quasimodo "The Night is Soon"
How do I love you? Let me take a closer look.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love you to the depth and breadth of my soul
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Depth, breadth and height, I am out of sight
My soul can reach, when feeling?out of sight
Groping for existence The ideal of perfection and beauty.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love you like the simplest daily needs,
I love thee to the level of everyday's< /p>
Like an unconscious need for sunlight and candles.
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love you freely, as people choose the path of justice,
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love you purely, as men avoid praise and praise.
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
——Mrs. Browning's "Portuguese Sonnets" No. 43
Yes , there were lots of things you didn't do.
But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected ?me.
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you
when you returned from Vietnam.
But you didn't.
- An unknown poem by an ordinary American woman
I thought love could last forever, but I was wrong.
You don’t need the stars anymore, take them all off,
Wrap up the moon, tear down the sun,
Drain the sea, clear the forest,
Because nothing makes sense now.
——Auden's "Funeral Blues"
Is he free? Is he happy? This question is ridiculous:
If something was really wrong, of course we would know.
——Auden's "The Unknown Citizen"
The stone house by the lake has been built, and the workers have begun to set up the fence of the yard.
The fence is made of iron bars, with steel spikes at the top that can impale anyone who tries to climb over.
As a fence, it was a masterpiece, keeping out the untouchables, the homeless, the hungry, and the children looking for a place to play.
The only ones who can pass through iron bars and jump over steel points are death, rain and tomorrow.
—— Carl Sandburg, "Fences"