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Chaplin
My heart is like this face,
Half pure white and half shadow.
I can choose to let you see it,
Or you can choose not to let you see it.
It's like a giant circus,
It excites you, but scares me.
Because I know it will always be like this after the break.
-limited tenderness, infinite bitterness.
English edition
My heart is like this face.
Semiwhite
Semi-shadowed
I can choose to show you.
Can insist that you see
Like a greatest show on earth.
It excites you.
It scares me
Then I learned.
There will always be.
Limited tenderness, infinite bitterness
Oona Oneill (1925-199 1) is the daughter of the writer Eugene O 'Neill. When I met Chaplin, Una 17 years old, Chaplin was 53 years old and had been married three times. The age gap can't stop the love from happening, and their love is a natural thing in intention.
1943 Chaplin divorced his wife and married Una, and the prodigal Chaplin began a down-to-earth life. Their married life is long and happy. They seemed to find what they needed in each other: O 'Neill found a father who loved him, while Chaplin found a man who was loyal to himself and comforted himself when his reputation in the public continued to decline.
They spent a long time together, lived in exile and had eight children. 1977, 88-year-old Chaplin died in the early hours of Christmas Eve, 199 1 Una died of pancreatic cancer.
I saw a very comprehensive analysis of this poem on Douban, and the appendix to the full text is as follows:
This is a poem of binary opposition, half to the other half, you to me, finite to infinite, which shows the poet's feeling of isolation and separation from life or love, the pain and dilemma of separation. This is my initial feeling when I read this little poem. I'm not proficient in English, so I can't analyze this poem in terms of syntax, rhythm and syllables, but judging from the rich implications revealed in the poem, I think many professional poets will feel ashamed after reading it. Below, I can analyze it in more detail.
My heart is like this face, half pure white and half shadow. From the beginning, this poem seems to be strategically located, killing two birds with one stone, writing both face (appearance) and heart. In fact, people are acting, and people's performances are very complicated. Sometimes, so do lovers. As the poet himself said, "the world is a huge circus", and falsehood and strangeness are the perfect portrayal of modern society. And what is the human heart? Some people are addicted to the hustle and bustle of this huge circus in the world, such as "you" in poetry (but what will happen inside? I think it is not difficult for readers to imagine that it should be a dry desert); Some people are excluded from the collective carnival subjectively or objectively, and are excluded from the superficial interpersonal relationship of the collective. In short, they are awake, so they are lonely and miserable. Inner desires and crazy world sometimes confuse them. For example, a poet can't tell love from non-love, pure white from shadow. The appearance of the world confuses all beings, and poets who are between the appearance of the world and their own spiritual appearance are particularly miserable.