First, the funeral of the deceased.
April is the cruelest month, on the wasteland.
With lilacs, put memories and desires
Together, let the spring rain
Urge those slow roots and buds.
Winter keeps us warm, Earth.
Snow forgotten because of helping others, also known as
Dry bulbs provide a little life.
Summer comes unexpectedly, when it rains.
Came to Stanbukisi; We hid under the colonnade,
When the sun comes out and enters Hoff Garden,
Chatting for an hour over coffee.
I'm not Russian, I'm from Lithuania and I'm German.
Besides, when we were young, we lived with the Grand Duke.
My cousin's house, he took me sledding,
I feel terrible. He said, Mary,
Mary, hold on tight. We'll rush down.
On the mountain, you feel free.
I read books most nights and go to the south in winter.
What root are you grasping and pulling?
Growing out of this pile of stones? Son of man,
You can't say or guess, because you only know.
A bunch of tattered idols, whipped by the sun.
Dead trees have no shade. The sound of crickets is not reassuring,
There is no running water between the charred stones. have only
There is a shadow under this red stone.
Please walk into the shadow under this red stone.
I want to show you something that doesn't look like.
The shadow of your getting up early is behind you;
Unlike at night, I stand up to meet you;
I want you to know that fear is in a handful of dust.
The wind is blowing briskly,
Blow me home,
Irish children,
Where do you live?
"A year ago, you gave me hyacinthus orientalis first;
They call me the girl of hyacinthus orientalis ",
-But when we came back, it was too late, from hyacinthus orientalis's garden.
Your arms are full and your hair is wet. I can't say.
Words are invisible to the eyes, and neither am I.
Alive, not dead, I know nothing,
Looking at the center of light, there was silence.
Desolate and empty is the sea.
Martin Solo Trelease, a famous physiognomist,
I have a bad cold, but I still have it.
The most famous and intelligent woman in Europa,
An evil deck of cards, here it is, she said.
It's one of yours, the drowned Phoenician sailor,
These pearls are his eyes. Look! )
This is Belodona, the hostess of the rock.
A resourceful woman.
This man is holding three sticks. This is a wheel.
This is the one-eyed businessman on this card.
There is nothing on his back.
I'm not allowed to watch it. I didn't find it.
A hanged person. Fear of dying in the water.
I saw crowds of people in circles.
Thank you. When you see dear Mrs. Aguirre,
Just say that I personally brought her the map of the heavenly palace,
Now people must be careful.
Without a tangible city,
Under the yellow fog at dawn in winter,
A group of people filed across London Bridge, and the number was very large.
I didn't expect death to destroy so many people.
Sigh, short and rare, spit it out,
Everyone's eyes are on their feet.
Up the hill, along King William Street,
Until the church of St. Mary Vuornos, where the bell rang.
Knock the last ninth time, with a gloomy voice.
There, I saw an acquaintance, stopped him and shouted, "Stejan!" " "
You're with me on Miley's boat!
The body you planted in the garden last year,
Is it sprouting? Will it bloom this year?
Or did you suddenly smash its flower bed with frost?
Tell this Xiong Xing to go away, it's a friend of the people,
Otherwise, it will dig it up again with its claws!
You! Pseudoreaders! -My own kind.-My brother!
2. Interpretation: A variety of folk images are used in The Waste Land. What's the purpose? Can language really reach the possibility of pointing out the facts? If, as other scholars have said, modern westerners go to the wasteland of spiritual world under the reaction of civilization, which brings desolation of human nature, if this fact exists and is realized, then does Eliot's language use in this long poem achieve the effect of expression? Eliot constructed a cultural maze for modern people with complicated language, intricate folk images and mythological allusions. However, people are limited individuals. There is a limit to individual spirit. No matter how great Eliot is and how difficult The Waste Land is, it is not difficult to understand Eliot and his Waste Land. Under different individuals and different linguistic and cultural backgrounds, it is difficult to achieve a unified understanding and understanding of the poetic interpretation of The Waste Land. Eliot once said: (Wasteland) is just an outlet for personal resentment and complaints.
However, the aesthetic value of literature does not lie in the catharsis of self-complaint, nor should it be the neat use of creative techniques. Just as Qu Yuan's Li Sao will not be admired by China literati because of its resentment and dissatisfaction, Eliot's The Waste Land should have metaphysical value in addition to the renewal of language and creative techniques. Language is not like Wittgenstein or Russell said, but only describes the real thing. Language can also show feelings that people can't perceive in life, something called "spirituality". However, due to the non-material reasons, the expression of language must be bent with the help of folk images such as myths and fables, that is, symbols, metaphors and fables in the general sense. The expression of language is limited, and Eliot can't exhaust the corresponding description between words and things, let alone the spiritual immaterial level.
Western neighbors criticized the excessive proliferation of liberalism, which led to the expansion of social desires from the material level to the spiritual level. Since the Enlightenment, people have been holding high the banner of freedom, democracy and justice. However, in the 20th century, with the outbreak of World War I and World War II, the so-called freedom and reason became accomplices in massacres and conflicts. Eliot was taught in a seminary in his early years and then turned to philosophy. He hopes to reveal this human tragedy in the field of thought and consciousness.
Poetry is a powerful tool to express thoughts and feelings, but Eliot is not satisfied with the superficial and plain so-called shouting and venting. For Eliot, language is the fundamental lifeblood of culture, and every culture is supported by great national spirit. The essence of this culture or national spirit can be reproduced through the free combination and arrangement of language forms, which exist in folk images. The language of poetry should reject superficiality and plainness, the form of poetry should reject simple piling up, and poetry can inherit the narrative mission only if it is supported by the poet's strong belief and spirit of the times.
Canadian scholar Northrop? Frye insists that literature is a "self-disciplined discourse structure", completely divorced from any reference beyond itself, and is a closed and introverted kingdom, which contains life and reality in a system composed of various discourse relations. All this system does is rearrange its symbol units according to the relationship between them. Eliot said, "The Waste Land"
It is not unique to a specific era and a specific group of people, but may be encountered by any generation. In the kingdom of freedom, the wasteland has gained eternal vitality because of its own language and writing system, revealing the psychological reality of people in any era. That is to say, as long as people still have desires, as long as people are still struggling and struggling for desires, then there is no escape from the desolation or luxury of life. Since ancient times, the body will not be the only destination for human beings. Since ancient times, people have been trying to save their souls. Therefore, as long as this effort does not stop, there is still room for interpretation of life and reality pointed out in The Waste Land.