Text/Keats (UK)
My heart is aching and sleepy.
I am in pain, as if I had just drunk it.
An anesthetic containing opium or poison, ①.
Has gradually approached from Xihe; ②
Not jealous of your happy life,
But too happy because of your happiness—
You, you light-winged tree spirit,
In the shadow of dense branches and leaves,
You sang beautifully among the young locust trees,
Singing summer leisurely and loudly.
I wish I could have some old wine to drink!
This wine comes from a cool deep cellar.
Can make people appreciate the green flowers,
Provence is singing, dancing and laughing in the sun! ③
I wish I had a glass of warm southern wine,
A cup full of crimson spring water, a true spiritual spring.
The dense foam on the edge of the cup flickers,
Purple dyed the mouth of the cup;
Drink this glass of wine so that I can follow you.
Hidden in this dark forest, left this world:
Far away and dissipated, completely forgotten.
Things you never know in the leaves:
There is only drowsiness, anxiety and anxiety here.
Sitting people listen to each other's groans;
The paralyzed man shook his sad white hair,
Young people are as thin as ghosts and haggard to death;
Here, just thinking about it makes people desperate.
Eyes are dull and painful;
Beauty can neither keep the brilliance in the eyes,
Newborn love will mourn for it after tomorrow.
Far away; Because I want to fly to you-
Not on a cloud car with a leopard in Dionysus,
But with the invisible wings of poetry,
Although my numb mind is dull and confused;
I am already with you! How gentle the night is,
Coincidentally, she ascended the throne a month later.
Surrounded by all her star fairies;
But there is no light here,
Only the dim moonlight accompanied by the breeze.
Stay away from lush shade and winding paths.
I can't see which flowers are at my feet.
Or give off a soft fragrance on the tree,
Only in this dark room full of fragrance,
Guess what incense to send this month?
Grassland, bushes, wild fruit trees;
Hawthorn with white flowers, rose in wood leaves,
Violet that withers most easily among green leaves.
Dewdrops are full of wine,
The earliest musk rose in May—
Flying insects buzzing in summer nights like to wander around there.
I listen in the dark; How many times before?
I like to die peacefully,
I studied the poem carefully and whispered the name of death.
Ask him to take my weak breath to the sky;
Now, death seems more interesting than usual:
Listen, you pour out your heart with joy,
At this midnight, there is no pain,
Disappear under this sky!
Although I can't hear your endless singing from now on,
But it became the soil of the grave under your lofty elegy.
Immortal bird, you were not born to die!
You will not suffer from hunger from generation to generation;
The night passed and I was listening to this song.
Ancient emperors and villagers also heard of:
Maybe when people who miss their hometown get (5)
When standing in a foreign wheat field and crying,
This song has also penetrated into her sad heart;
Maybe it's this song often.
Fascinated by the beautiful scenery overlooking the stormy waves outside the window—
The magical world in which she was allowed to live was ethereal and desolate. ⑥
Sad! The word woke me up like a bell,
Let me leave you and feel my loneliness!
Goodbye; Although fantasy is called the spirit of deception,
But the ability to cheat is not entirely worthy of the name.
Farewell! Farewell! Your sad song
Fly over the nearby grassland and quiet river ditch,
Climbing up the hillside is now hidden.
Another bush in the valley:
Is this an illusion or a wandering while awake?
Music is dead: am I awake or asleep?
note:
This poison refers to a highly toxic substance extracted from a plant called Gelsemium, which will make people numb first and then die after taking it. It is said that the ancient Athenians gave this medicine to people sentenced to death, and the Greek philosopher Socrates died after taking this medicine.
② Li Hehe is a transliteration of Forget Sichuan. This is the boundary river of hades in Greek mythology. It is said that the soul of the dead will forget everything on earth if it drinks its water (once the ghost drinks it before casting spells, it will forget everything in hades).
(3) Provence is a famous region in southeastern France, bordering on the Mediterranean Sea, with a warm climate, especially famous for the love poems of ancient poets.
Lingquan originally refers to the spring water of Mount Elikon in Greece, because according to Greek mythology, Muses often come to this mountain, and people can get poems by drinking the spring water from this mountain. Here, the author compares the wine in the south to the water in the spiritual spring, because he thinks that wine can inspire people to write poems.
(5) Ruth is a character in the Bible. According to Ruth in the Old Testament, she is the ancestor of King David and is famous for her dedication to her mother-in-law. After her husband died, she refused to leave her mother-in-law, so she went to Bethlehem with her mother-in-law, gathered wheat ears in Boaz's field, and later married him. The English poet Thomas Hood (1799— 1845) once wrote about her gleaning in Ruth. As for her homesickness, crying and smelling the nightingale in the wheat field, there is nothing in the Bible.
In the legendary literature of medieval Europe, it is often said that some princesses are imprisoned in enchanted castles (castles are often built by the water), and they can marry the princesses after a brave knight removes the magic. The poets here use legendary images. In this poem with many famous sentences, these three lines are especially popular because they embody romantic poetry.
Brief introduction of the author
Keats (1795- 182 1) is an English romantic poet. Born in London. My parents died young and were raised by my grandmother. I studied medicine and got a doctor's license, but I soon gave up medicine and devoted myself to literary creation. 18 16 The Prosecutor, edited by Hunt, published the Sonnet Solitude and the first reading chapter of Homer's epic. The first book of poetry was published in 18 17, including Sleep and Poetry. 18 18, he wrote Isabella, a narrative poem adapted from Boccaccio's decameron, while taking care of his younger brother Tome who suffered from lung disease. In May of the same year, Endymion was published, in which a long poem described the love story between the goddess of the moon and the mortal Endymion in Greek mythology.
Because of his close relationship with Hunter, his long poems were attacked by three magazines that opposed Hunter. But he was confident that he would "rank among the English poets" after his death, so he began to write the epic Hyperion with the theme of the struggle between the old and the new gods in Greek mythology. 18 19, he wrote a long poem "Song of Saint Agnes", expressing his mourning for the death of his younger brother Tom and his concern about his relationship with his girlfriend Fanny Braun. At the same time, he also wrote Nightingale, Soul, Mourning, Ancient Greek Urn, Dream, Ruthless Beauty and Bright Star. What is his poem based on? The expression of emotion and color has a great influence on later poets, including aestheticism and imagist poets.
Smile in early spring
Gautier (France)
When people are running and panting,
Busy with their selfish ideas,
March (1), but smiling, braved the shower,
Quietly prepare for spring.
He rode secretly in the dead of night,
Comb the makeup of petite chrysanthemums,
He ironed her round scarf,
And carved gold buttons for her.
He is like a barber who is afraid of meeting people.
Run to the vineyard, then to the orchard,
Holding a velvet robot,
Put a layer of calomel on the top of the apricot tree.
Naturally, I still lie in bed and rest;
He went to the field and walked into the deserted garden.
Adjust the corset for Rosebud,
Lock a green velvet sweater at the top of the dress.
When he blurted out some ditties,
Humming to teach Western jackdaw,
While sowing Saussurea involucrata on the grassland,
Scatter violets at the foot of the forest.
The deer drank the spring carefully,
He has set foot on the violets by the spring,
Extend an invisible little hand to Lily of the Valley;
A man counted the silver bells on the branch.
He arranged some red berries,
Under the grass, get ready for your future picking,
And let you cover the hot sun in the future,
Weave the straw like a hat.
Then, his work has been finished,
His season is about to hand over,
He turned to the April Gate,
Shout out: "Spring, you can come!"
Appreciation of petofi's I will be a torrent
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I'd rather be the rapids.
Petfi
I'd rather be the rapids,
A river in the mountains,
On the rugged road,
Pass over the rocks ...
As long as my lover
This is a small fish,
In my waves
Swim around happily.
I'd rather be a barren forest,
On both sides of the river,
For a gust of wind,
fight bravely ...
As long as my lover
It's a bird,
In my dense
Make a nest and sing among the branches.
I would like to be a ruin,
On the steep rocks,
This silent destruction
Doesn't make me depressed. ...
As long as my lover
It's green ivy,
Along my desolate forehead,
Climb up intimately.
I'd rather make a cabin,
At the bottom of the ravine,
On the top of the hut
Be struck by wind and rain ...
As long as my lover
Is a lovely flame,
In my stove.
Blink slowly and happily.
I want to be a cloud,
This is a broken gray flag.
In the vast sky,
Lounging around,
As long as my lover,
A coral sunset,
Beside my pale face,
Show a bright luster.
Must-read reason: One of the famous love poems by the outstanding Hungarian poet Petofi, which expresses a deeper love theme in beautiful language, has been translated into many languages and widely circulated.
Recommended reading: Freedom and Love, My Love is in Hundreds of Images, Song of the Motherland.
Background link:
You Liya is the daughter of a Hungarian count, beautiful and dignified. Petofi met her at a country dance and pursued her enthusiastically, but your Leah's father strongly opposed her. Julia maesa appreciated petofi's poetic talent and revolutionary will, broke through family barriers and married petofi. Petofi wrote many love poems in his life, most of which were addressed to Julia maesa.
Appreciation of masterpieces:
This is a love poem, written in 1847 when the poet and the country girl Sendley You Liya fell in love. Poetry expresses the poet's warm and sincere love for his lover with fluent words and passionate feelings. Petofi's poems are as warm and generous as petofi's life and love.
The poet is willing to be a torrent, along the narrow waterway in the mountains, through the rugged path and through the towering rocks. The poet is so willing, provided that his lover is a small fish. The poet is willing to make a small wave for her and let her lover play in it. However, the torrent is still not enough to show the poet's single-mindedness for love. The poet is willing to imagine his lover as more images-birds, ivy, stoves, coral-like sunset, growing freely in his arms or chest and roaming freely. Because the poet is willing to be a barren forest, even if the wind is raging; Will is vain, even if it is destroyed in steep rocks; Willing to be a cabin, even if it is stormy; Will is a cloud, a broken flag, even if it can only set off the beauty and glory of your lover. These superimposed images in the poem are desolate and tragic everywhere. Behind the desolation and tragic is a kind of loftiness and persistence. Lofty soul and persistent love. On the one hand, the image of lovers is the image of lovers in the eyes of poets: beautiful, cheerful, enthusiastic and bright; On the other hand, it also represents the ideal pursued by the poet. Poetry uses parallel paragraphs and continuous short sentences to properly express rich content, full of passion and great momentum. This poem is also the poet's declaration of love: perseverance, perseverance. As another famous poet said in his poem; "Life is precious, love is more expensive; If you are free, you can throw both. " That's what poets do. They are determined and have no regrets about what they pursue. What a great dedication! What a great idea!
It is this persistent and loyal view of love that makes the poet fearless of all difficulties and obstacles and stay with his lover. It is this lofty pursuit of ideals and tenacious pursuit of freedom that makes the poet and his poems deeply touched people and engraved in the hearts of people who yearn for freedom and ideals from generation to generation.
The harmony of dusk
At dusk, flowers tremble in the branches,
Every flower is spitting incense, like a censer;
Sound and fragrance reverberate at night,
Melancholy waltz and tired dizziness!
Every flower is spitting incense, like a censer;
Violin sips paint like a broken heart;
Melancholy waltz and tired dizziness!
The sky is sad and beautiful, like a big altar.
The violin is sobbing like a broken heart.
A soft heart hates endless mountains and dark nights!
The sky is sad and beautiful, just like a big altar.
The sun has sunk into its own coagulated blood.
A soft heart hates vastness and darkness!
Collect all the relics of the glorious past!
The sun has sunk into its frozen blood. ...
You are like the Eucharist Shining in my memory!