Without wealth or pity, red-legged birds sit on their spotted eggs and look at the city infected by the flu.
At the same time, in other places, a large group of reindeer passed by, and one piece of golden moss land moved silently and quickly.
Auden (wystan hugh auden, 1907- 1973) is an English-American poet. 1939 immigrated to the United States and later became an American citizen. From 65438 to 0925, he entered Oxford University, formed a group of poets with Lewis, macneice and others, and dominated the poetry world in the 1930s, known as "Auden Generation" in history.
Auden is the best English poet after Eliot. 1953 won the Bolingen Poetry Award. Representative works include New Year's Letter, Troubled Times, Thank you, Fog and so on.
Funeral melancholy.
Funeral melancholy
W. Auden
Stop all the clocks and cut off the phone.
Stop all the clocks and cut off the phone.
Stop the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Give the dog a juicy bone and tell it not to bark.
Quiet the piano and the muffled drums.
Silent piano with deep drums.
Take out the coffin and let the mourners come.
Carry out the coffin and let undertaker come.
Let the plane hover and moan overhead.
Let the helicopter spin sadly overhead.
Scribbled the message "He is dead" in the sky.
In the sky, there is a news that he has passed away.
Tie a crepe bow around the pigeon's white neck.
Tie the black yarn around the white neck of the homing pigeon.
Let the traffic police wear black cotton gloves.
Let the traffic police wear black gloves.
He is my north, my south, my east and west.
He used to be my east, my west, my south and my north.
My work week and Sunday are off.
My working day, my rest day.
My noon, my midnight, my conversation, my song.
My noon, my midnight, my words, my songs.
I thought love would last forever: I was wrong.
I thought love could be immortal: I was wrong.
There is no need for a star now; Kill every one.
You don't need more stars. Take off everything.
Put away the moon and tear down the sun.
Wrap the moon and tear down the sun.
Dump the ocean and sweep up the Woods;
Dump the sea and sweep the forest.
Because nothing will end well now.
Because nothing will make sense.
Translated by Nancy.
Funeral Blues was first published in 1938. This is a poem about sadness, love and faith. The poet didn't specify whose funeral it was, but there was an irresistible sadness in his poems.
At this moment, the poet longs for a quiet, lonely and silent world, turn off the clock, cut off the telephone line, stop barking dogs and stop playing the piano. It seems that sadness should be an isolated emotion. Poets regard indifference as the last protective shell, and only in isolated situations can they really release their emotions.
"It" is everything to a poet. Every minute of the day, every corner of life is "it".
I thought love could be immortal: I was wrong. The poet thought that their love would never end, but it was not. When the poet feels endless heartbreak and sadness, the rest of the world is still functioning normally, which highlights the strong personalization and isolation of sadness.
Not only the human world, but also the nature, the poet also wants to be isolated from it, because the harmony and beauty of everything have become irony to the poet. "There is no need for stars anymore. Pick every star, wrap the moon and tear down the sun." Let the stars go out, shut up the moon and tear down the sun, and everything that symbolizes light and hope disappears.
Not only that, but also "dumping the sea to sweep the forest"; Everything alive in this world is no longer connected with the poet, and this potential and broken sadness runs through the whole poem continuously.
In the last paragraph, Auden reveals the theme of loss and sadness. The world is still active, which means nothing to the poet. He was overwhelmed by grief, isolated himself and asked for time to stop.
The content of the whole poem seems to be unstable, spontaneous and unplanned, and such a sadness overflows in the turbulent, chaotic and flowing narrative.
It seems that the meaning of a poet's life depends on it. After "it" disappears, "nothing will mean anything", and the sad mood reaches its climax here.
The ambiguity of the subject of the poem deepens the reader's * * *, and perhaps each of us may be immersed in a sad memory at some stage of our lives.
In Funeral Blues, we can see the transmissibility of Auden's poems. "Without the desire to communicate with others, you will not become an artist, but a mystic or a madman."
In other words, an excellent poet must have the ability to express his thoughts in ordinary and concise forms. The more different he is, the more he abandons the essence of poetic language.
Auden has been paying attention to the spiritual dilemma of modern people. His poems are very infectious and emotional.
On the one hand, he constantly integrated his real experience into poetry; On the other hand, poetry itself is also generating new meanings. They are constantly linked with readers, which makes poetry have dual attributes, thus fulfilling its ultimate mission and endowing words with fresh and intelligent life.
Auden is proficient in history and art, and his poetry creation is very rational. He is good at integrating profound philosophical thinking into daily life, which not only shows his vast and complicated inner world, but also has an intellectual style, charming and wise.
Auden said: "Poetry is not magic. If poetry, or other arts, is considered to have a hidden motive, that is, by telling the truth, people are no longer confused and intoxicated. "
He once thought about the experience of spiritual isolation and predicament suffered by human beings in the twentieth century. In today's society, this general shock seems to be felt:
Without wealth or pity, red-legged birds sit on their spotted eggs and look at the city infected by the flu.
At the same time, in other places, a large group of reindeer passed by, and one piece of golden moss land moved silently and quickly.