"The deceased is like a husband, staying up all night." Chen Ziang sighed: "I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I am lonely and tearful." This is not only an understanding of time, but also an understanding of life. Rilke thinks his poem The Book of Time is a poem.
The dialogue between man and God is not a dialogue with time. My cognition is that time, life and God are trinity, and the poet's ultimate belief is to play the role of messengers of the three.
-Love's Drift Wood [Letter 3 in a Bottle: To Time]
Three problems of the landlord:
1) What is the emotion this poem wants to express?
2) Is this poem happy or sad (or what other emotions)?
3) There are so many paragraphs in this poem. How does each paragraph relate to the theme?
I habitually compare this poem with Mr. Love's To Time. Let's look at a poem about love first:
1
..... tick-tock.
The drip of the tap at midnight
Unknown height
Fall into a black well deeper than death
Someone picked up a drop and said, this is eternity.
Then look at the sentences in this work:
The clock still keeps running.
Hit the sleepy head with a ticking sound.
Time drops like rain, and the wilderness is always silent.
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This work tries to use language to solve the problem of thinking and save the numb people in one minute. As the end of the article said: "If we are alive/but like zombies, we have been sleeping soundly …" But just like we can't wake a person who pretends to sleep, let's start from the third quarter.
Please wait patiently for an answer. ...
one minute
I
The sharp blade of the winter ice wind
Wake up from Nietzsche's dream.
Within a minute, consciousness has quietly turned around.
two
The clock still keeps running.
Hit the sleepy head with a ticking sound.
Time drops like rain, and the wilderness is always silent.
Roman numeral 3
So I want to listen, listen to what Bing Feng said.
With the cold of history. When the dinosaur regained its heartbeat and fell asleep.
The undead underground, the pulse has also become touching the ground.
Intravenously injected
His fate is like a lump in his throat.
Such as cancer accumulated in the body. Snow particles in the sky
Let the cold wind beat and become a monument in the middle of winter.
V
It doesn't matter whether you are conscious or subconscious.
When the eyelids beat involuntarily,
When the fiery heart begins to get cold and twitch
One minute is enough to change your life.
Disasters, wars and plagues followed.
The goddess Pluto no longer cares about the poor.
five
Then, let the wind blow against it.
Let the cold rain sweep along with the handstand time.
Walking on the patched face of truth
Roman numeral 7
Cold, no need for philosophical dialysis.
One minute is enough to coagulate the blood.
Enough to dilate the pupils. but
Because truth does not need to be verified.
So, what is a miracle?
Can wake up the dead under the grave:
-If we were alive.
But like a zombie, he has been sleeping soundly.
Even catnap?
The layout of the landlord has a big problem. This work can be found on the Internet.