Author: Juan Ramon Jimenez
I'm not me.
I am the man.
People who walk beside me but can't see,
Sometimes I go to see him,
Other times I will forget him;
He remained calm and silent all the time when I spoke.
When I hated him, he hugged me tenderly.
He walked where I was not,
He will stand up after I die.
This poem is a self-analysis process, and the translation of the title is very interesting. As Buddhists say, there is no phase, no phase ... from all stages, there are laws.
There is a proposition in philosophy: Who am I? I found a passage on the Internet for reference: (See Science Network-Philosophical Analysis of "Who am I"-Zhou's blog for details)
I want to walk into the rain and fog.
Author: North Island
Dark clouds are the time for takeoff and landing.
The birds are scattered.
Blue slash,
Whip the dark Woods,
It's like hitting a thousand sticks,
Touched the hearts of a thousand old people.
-heart, where is home,
Where is your roof?
Grass leaves, intoxicated with sobs,
Daisy, imitate awakening.
The wind said to the rain:
You are water, and you will return to water.
So the rain gathered at its original edge,
Into a stream, into a river.
Silent lightning on the ice,
Let the heavy banks rumble,
Suddenly it closed again. ?
There is a reply to this poem in Baidu Post Bar: There is a kind of confusion between the lines, and there is a feeling of confusion in silence ... Is it strong? ! Sad? !
This reply basically explains the theme of this poem, regardless of the complex images and words in the poem, all the content is to construct the meaning in the topic.
PS: If I understand correctly, your question is about understanding poetry rather than concrete analysis. You didn't understand the question.