No matter where I am, where you are, dear, everything I do is for you.
Cummins
When outside the window, a sudden rainstorm hijacked the sunshine.
I am reading an old collection of poems.
The content of the title page has experienced too many touches and the shackles of time.
Deeply bound the germination of feelings.
So, the instant time is irrelevant.
1 years, I have been torn apart in nightmares every night, and then I woke up peacefully.
I didn't cry but shed tears.
A long time ago, I wrote this sentence: Isn't life just jumping from one dream to another?
It's just that we keep waking up.
Now I suddenly want to die in my dream. Watching ghosts play.
Why am I unhappy?
Why do I have to live such a trivial life.
Why am I lost in life,
Why should I? I smile so well.
Like, no tears.
Really tired, I started making excuses,
Dress casually, without makeup,
I don't know what new songs can impress me again.
Get fat in winter,
But I can't stand the cold.
I can't write,
I can't write the hypocrisy of the package in the gorgeous package.
Who am I going to show it to,
Who's watching me again?
The moment I turned around, I decided I couldn't turn back.
Because when I look back, I can't treat you unnecessarily anymore.
Sometimes love,
Is that so?
So determined, without hesitation.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover,
It gets smaller, like a song,
As an eternal kiss.
Iverson switched to Pistons again, and I stopped watching basketball at that time.
There is a grassy basketball court on campus.
Vortex of sadness,
Reckless emotions.
Everything is getting bigger and bigger.
Smoke coming out. I can't get rid of it.
After tomorrow,
If occasionally life is like honey, like a flower.
Maybe stop and enjoy its fragrance.
Is what you should do.
I'm going far away.
E. cummings
brief introduction
American poet. He was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts. His father is a professor at Harvard University and the only Shinto priest. Cummings loved painting and literature since childhood. 19 15 graduated from Harvard university, and the topic of his graduation speech was "New Art", which boldly affirmed modern art, mainly cubism and futuristic painting. During the First World War, I joined the rescue team working in the French battlefield and went to a concentration camp. Later, I used surrealism to write this experience into the book The Huge Room (1922).
After the war, he studied painting in Paris and new york and began to write poems. The first book of poetry, Tulips and Chimneys (1923), contains short songs and sonnets about love. Later, 65,438+02 poems were published, including 41 poems (65,438+0925), and the selected poems ranged from 65,438+0922 to 65,438+0954 (65,438+0954). 1957 won the Bolingen Poetry Award and the Boston Art Festival Poetry Award.
Some of Cummings' poems have strange titles and uneven lines, and they are also clever in grammar and diction. Words are randomly divided, and punctuation marks are not common. Except for emphasizing that capital letters are generally not used, even my (my) and my own name are lowercase. He believes that in the era of advanced technology, people absorb more things from the outside world with their eyes than with their ears. Explaining why he used words to perform stunts, he said, "My poems compete with roses and motorcycles."
Under the peculiar formal shell, Cummings showed outstanding lyric ability and artistic sensitivity. His short poems "Spring has arrived" and "This is a colorful garden" outline the innocent image of children and exude the fresh breath of spring. His love poems, such as "A Moment After a Dream" and "Where I have never been", contain sadness in tenderness; He misses his parents' poem "If there is heaven, my mother (alone) is there", which is also sincere and touching.
At the same time, he is also good at expressing his contempt and challenge to the ugly side of real life with spicy irony. He called the cruel struggle, emotional indifference and hypocrisy of modern capitalist society "inhuman" or "non-world", and mocked and lashed it in the style of comedy.
In the later period, Cummings used slang dialects in the streets and alleys, and the sociality of poetry was also enhanced. But the subject matter is still not broad enough, and there is always a lack of ideological depth. His poems have always been praised and praised. Some people call him a "clown on the typewriter keyboard" and accuse his poems of being a "fake experiment" to dismember the poetic language; But some literary critics think that he is "one of the most accomplished urban poets".
As a British and American modernist poet, John Cummings (1894- 1962) is a master of experimental exploration of modern poetry techniques. In fact, his content did not deviate from the tradition, but his various attempts in the form of poetry were novel and strange. As for the case of e.e.cummings, it should be lowercase, because in the author's poems, readers can notice that the poet deliberately wrote' I' as' I', and the poet abolished the bigger one so thoroughly that he wrote his name as "e.e.cummings", so it is often called "lowercase".
Reference: Comparison between English and Chinese. A selection of world famous poems. The Cycle of Imagination (Foreign Language Teaching and Research Press)
Some poems
Eternity and time are the same.
Eternity and time are the same.
Love without a beginning is like love without an end.
You can't breathe, walk or swim there.
Love is the sea, the land and the wind.
(Do lovers suffer? Everything is sacred.
When they descend proudly, they all put on mortal bodies,
Can lovers be happy? Even the smallest happiness.
It is also a universe, born from hope)
Love is all the silent voices.
Hope, but no relative fear.
This is a kind of power, so powerful that it is pitiful.
It's true, the last one is more than the stars, and the first one is more than the sun.
-Can there be feelings between lovers? Well, take hell to heaven.
No matter what saints and fools say, everything is ideal.
Translated by Yu Guangzhong
There is a place I have never been to, which is beyond my experience.
Apart from my experience, there is a place I have never been to.
When you are happy, there is silence in your eyes:
There is something in your most delicate gesture that can wrap me tightly.
There are also some things too close for me to touch.
Even if I close myself like a finger.
You can easily open me at the slightest glance,
Open one petal at a time, just like spring.
(Touching subtly and mysteriously) The first rose
Or you want to lock me up, me and
My life will suddenly end gracefully,
It's like this flower is fantasizing in her mind.
It's snowing everywhere, so be careful;
There is nothing in this world that we understand.
Can be compared with your compactness and delicacy: what kind of texture?
Force me with its true colors, and
Give me death, forever, with every breath
I don't know what driving skills you have.
Can be closed again; There's something in my heart that can
Understanding your voice is deeper than any rose)
No one has such small hands, even if it rains.
Translated by Zhao Yiheng
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Thinner than memory
Less than wet wave
Not just failure
This is the craziest, craziest
But compared to everyone,
An ocean deeper than the ocean.
It lasts longer.
Love is always rarer than victory.
But not just alive.
Cannot start before is greater than.
No less than understanding.
It is the clearest and most definite.
Compared with everyone else.
A sky higher than the sky
It is more immortal.
Why is she and him from here?
Why is she and him from here?
You and I climb up.
(kissing wildly) until
We got caught up in it—
The sum of time and space
How to bow to the immortal you and me
If it's in a cot.
She lay with him (not dead)
(translated by Zheng Min)