Appreciation of the classic poetry of "[Finland] Sodergrand: Cooling Day"
1
As dusk approaches, the day cools down...
Absorb the warmth of my hands,
My hands have the same blood as spring.
Accept my hand, accept my pale arm,
Accept the desire of my weak shoulder...
This feels a bit strange
Your heavy head rests on my chest,
A only night, a night like this.
Two
You threw the red rose of love
into my innocent arms——
I threw this withering Red rose
Clutched in my burning hand...
Oh, cold-eyed ruler,
I accept the flower crown you give me,
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It bends my head close to my heart...
Three
Today I saw my master for the first time, < /p>
Trembling, I recognized him immediately.
At this moment, I can feel his heavy hand on my gentle arm...
My girlish laughter is as silver as a bell,
My head is high Where is the freedom of a woman?
At this moment I feel him hugging my trembling body tightly,
At this moment I hear the harsh tone of reality
Shocking my fragile, fragile dreams.
Four
You seek a flower
but find a fruit.
You seek a spring of water
but find an ocean.
You seek a woman
but find a soul -
You are disappointed.
(Translated by Beidao)
When we learned that the poetess Sodergrand was ill for a long time and could not be cured for a long time, her heart was full of longing for life and longing for love. When we are engaged in poetry creation in our mentality, we have a deeper understanding of the call and cry of the weak woman in "Cooling Day", which she almost spent her entire life.
As dusk approaches and the day begins to cool down, the lovers may have walked towards the park and into the forest covered by night. But the "I" in the poem was lonely and looking forward to someone coming to absorb the warmth of her hands; her pale arms were waiting for support, and her weak shoulders needed support, but no one came. In her hallucination, she felt a heavy head leaning against her chest, so familiar yet so strange...
It was desolate. A woman, a young woman, does not have what she should have and cannot get what she should get. Only she knows the pain in her heart best. And longing can only be longing, and who will sprinkle a piece of nectar on her thirsty heart?
"You" are here, "you" throw the red rose of love into her innocent arms inside. However, this red rose is about to wither, this token of love is so lifeless, but she feels like she has found a treasure, just like a drowning person who suddenly grabs a straw and thinks that there is hope in life, so she holds it tightly. In my burning hands, facing "your" cold gaze, I inserted this withered red rose in my hair, and bowed my head deeply to you...
It was desolate again. A woman, a sick woman who has lost her youthful beauty, has to hold on to something that should not belong to her, and has been deceived but has to repay with true love. Only she knows the pain in her heart best.
"He" appeared in her dream, and that was the master in her mind. She felt "his" heavy hand caressing her gentle arm, and she felt "him" hugging her trembling body tightly. She seemed happy, but full of sadness. She lost the laughter of a girl like a silver bell, and the freedom of a woman with a high head. The fragile dream was shattered by the ruthless reality, and a suffering heart was bleeding...
It was still desolate. Longing and despair are intertwined, tormenting a lonely woman. She deeply felt that she was superfluous to this world, and she was sad that she could not satisfy "you". A heavy sense of self-blame made her unable to raise her head in front of "you". She knows that she cannot have what you need. "You seek a woman/but find a soul." You are disappointed, but she is desperate!
Extremely desolate!
After reading "Cooling Day", I want to cry, want to step into the poem, hold her arm and walk together. This is the touching power of poetry.
Because he has experienced too much suffering, and because his life is constantly challenged by death, Sodergrand’s poems will inevitably show a strong sentimentality and sadness. She longs for a new world, but she lives in a remote village all day long; she longs for the warmth of love, but the illness kills her fantasy of love; she loves life, but death is always waving to her.
In this inescapable ambivalence, her poems are full of longing and despair at the same time, as is the case in "Cooling Day".
(Guo Liangyuan)