? I read Moonlight Alloy before reading Until the World Reflects the deepest needs of the soul. If I really want to talk about my feelings about moonlight alloy, it is really alloy. In the introduction, the translator said that he was "shocked by her pain". So, I want to follow this clue to read, and gradually find that it is not so painful when reading, but she disguises the pain first, and then shows it, which means that the pain is no longer pure pain. Her themes are life, love, sex and death. Such an eternal theme has been written by many people throughout the ages, and at the same time, perhaps it is her own depth and opinion, and she has done it. The alloy of moonlight really gives people the feeling that you have a stereotype at first sight, and then you will find it is an "alloy"-a hard core after experiencing it yourself.
? "Until the world reflects the deepest needs." Seeing this, I thought: What is our deepest need for this world? Simple is rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, and deeper is the spiritual level-meaning. Reading with these previous understandings, I found that my shell was broken bit by bit and had to be exposed. The quotation is as follows:
The sun rises. A layer of water vapor
Everything that is alive. Yi wa wa leng guang
Accumulate and form at the groove.
Death can't hurt me.
Although you hurt me,
The life I love.
Ideals burn on you like a fever.
Or not like a fever, like another heart.
The wind came and went, breaking up the heart;
It left a strange clarity in awakening.
Once I can imagine my soul
I can imagine my death.
When I imagine my death
My soul will die. these
I still remember it clearly. .
Then my soul appeared.
Who are you? I asked.
My soul says,
I am your soul, that charming stranger.
Winter broadens the forest and makes it full of snow.
Because I can't feel the snow falling and the lake is freezing.
Don't go because you are afraid;
My breath is also white, which is a description of silence.
Night is an open book,
But the world beyond night is still a mystery.
The air is cool at night.
In summer, you can smell the flowers of oranges.
If there is wind, a tree will be full of flowers-there is no need to own an entire orchard.
When you were born, your body signed a contract with death.
From that moment on, everything was a scam-
You go to sleep alone Maybe I went to sleep, maybe I won't wake up again.
But for a long time, you listened to every voice.
This night is like every summer night; Darkness never came.
God, it's getting dark earlier and earlier.
The rain is getting bigger and bigger, with
The weight of fallen leaves.
It's dark, dark; In the rain,
I can't see the mountain. What I can hear is
Rain, life is driven underground by rain.
The rain brought cold.
There is no moon or stars tonight.
Night comes early, dawn is dim,
It's been raining, which is very frustrating-for months,
Then it will snow, as if silence fell from the sky,
Buried trees and gardens.
On the evening of summer, a cool breeze blew, blowing wheat.
Wheat bend, peach leaf
There is a rustling sound, blowing into the night ahead.
You will leave the town where you were born,
In another country, you will be very rich and powerful, but you will always be.
Feel sad about what is left behind, although you can't say what it is,
But one day, you will come back to look for it.
I can't help quoting these wonderful paragraphs. In the process of reading, I may have a little understanding of what I need most in this world. Nature and connection. We live in nature, we are a part of nature, but sometimes we forget it. Seeing yourself is just like being yourself, but it's not like this. Time and space are constantly changing, and there are endless mysteries between changes that need to be explored, imagined and perceived. When reading poetry, you are looking at a bigger world. Go to a world that you ignore, can't see and can't feel, which may be far away-life, ideal, death and soul; Maybe it's near-wheat, sun, water vapor, wind and rain. When this thing appears in poetry, it is no longer alone, it is all connected and constitutes a world. A world as real as reality, only its connection is familiar and unfamiliar, but it is like this that bit by bit broke the shell that reality gave me.
Poetry is a realistic country, not a simple ideal and a distant place. But why is it so attractive? I want to stay in it and find the beauty in life. What are you thinking when you look at the wheat? What would the poet think? "A cool breeze is blowing in the summer evening, blowing wheat. /The wheat is bent, and the leaves of peach trees rustle and blow into the night ahead. " In this way, it has another charm and reminds us of more emotions. This is the reality seen by the poet and the reality seen by the reader. This may be the joy of reading poetry-one's life can be inspired by life in the distance.
? Finally, gleeck's poetry is based on "pain". No matter how beautiful the world she can lead you to see, she can't get rid of the influence of pain, just like an awl stabbing people. Perhaps it is these pains that make her cherish life and look brand-new. Just like those who sleep all day and eat when they are full, what they can find may be whether they sleep well or eat well. There is pain behind those beautiful things, which makes the world more real. There are stars and seas, love affairs, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and fear of life, love and burial. We are all aware of these things, maybe we just think about them occasionally, and seldom really think about them. Because we are more concerned about where the money comes from now than my last thing.