A very short and emotional foreign poem.

A kind of life

[Denmark]

Henrik? Nordbrand

North Island

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When you strike a match, its flame will dazzle you.

So you can't find what you are looking for in the dark.

That match burned out between your fingers.

Pain makes you forget what you are looking for.

A moment, a process, a life. The poet's simple and calm description of details quietly leads us to our own experience.

In the dark, when the match is lit, the sudden light will make us see nothing. The aggressive flame is "dazzling". Even if you open your eyes wide, you can't see clearly what is hidden in the darkness. "So you can't find what you are looking for in the dark." In this confusion, the light we are eager to produce brings such a paradox. I can't help thinking of driving at night. At the moment when the two cars intersect, my vision will have a blind spot-bright, so bright that there is nothing, so that my heart is weak and afraid.

In the next poem, the poet turns along the nib of a lighted match, and the match between his fingers burns out, leaving behind what? It's pain Clear, perceptible pain in your body-the blazing flame from a small match between your fingers. And this kind of pain is not only in the memory of childhood, but also in the passage of our lives.

In the end, I didn't find what I was looking for, and even forgot what I was looking for because of pain. The whole poem, only four lines, seems absurd, but it is not exaggerated at all, and it is well written; This seems to be a tiny moment, but it implies and reflects the universality of life.

Perhaps "one" means "many", and this short-term philosophical thinking has brought long-term deep thinking.