Who is crying in a corner of the world at the moment,
Crying in the world for no reason, crying for me.
Who is laughing somewhere at night at the moment,
Laugh at night for no reason, laugh at me.
He is walking somewhere in the world at the moment,
Walking in the world for no reason, coming to me.
Who is being executed somewhere in the world at this moment,
Died in the world for no reason. Look at me.
The power of repetition lies in emphasis. The words used in this poem are all simple words. Crying, laughing, walking and dying all point in one direction-me. The neat sentence pattern once again strengthens the expression effect, and the legion composed of words seems to be condensed into substantive intentions, heavy and precipitated.
The collective recitation of this poem is overwhelming, like a wave of fresh life. Please close the door when reading alone, because loneliness will drown everything.
Rilke was born in Prague from 65438 to 0875. As a lifelong homeless wanderer, Rilke has been thinking about human suffering and loneliness, love and death all his life. He spent his whole life questioning the ultimate meaning, thinking in wandering and turning it into poetry. Rilke was a famous German poet in the 20th century.
One of his most influential poems to China readers is Autumn Day, and the most famous one is "Whoever is lonely at this time will always be lonely". There are different versions of Autumn Day, the most famous of which is the translation of North Island. The original text and translation are as follows:
Sir: This is the times. How long is the war in summer? .
Your legs look like a dog,
What about France? The wind of death.
He had already left before he left.
I'm glad you could come,
Doctor? Do you want to be with him
die letzte Sü？ I'm in the study.
Who is not at home, but I am not at home.
Who is it, how blue we are,
We need a better environment.
He and she are both here.
No wandering, no bleeding? Treben
North Island:
Lord, it's time. Summer is its peak.
Put your shadow on the sundial,
Let the wind blow through the pasture.
Let the last fruit of the branch be full.
Give the south two more days of fine weather,
Let them mature and press the last sweetness into the spirits.
No one needs to build a house at this time.
At this time, whoever is lonely will always be lonely.
Wake up, read, write long letters,
On the tree-lined road,
Wandering and falling leaves.