"Wild Honeysuckle" was written by Freneau when he saw a cluster of secluded honeysuckle while walking in Charleston, South Carolina, and composed this short poem in one breath. With keen observation, simple vocabulary, beautiful melody and clear imagery, the poet delicately and vividly describes the wild honeysuckle that blooms unnoticed in North America.
This poem is divided into two parts, the first two stanzas describe the scenery, and the last two stanzas are lyrical. The purpose of describing scenes is to express emotions, and the purpose of expressing emotions is to describe scenes as the background. The two parts complement each other and become an inseparable whole. When the poet saw the magical products of nature with surprise, his heart surged with infinite admiration for nature.
If "green shade" refers to the virgin land of the New World that has not been violated by human civilization, those "beautiful honeysuckles" should be the concrete embodiment of life created by nature. The poet uses simple words to outline a prosperous and peaceful scene. In his admiration for life, he reveals the plot of returning to nature and advocating nature, which is full of romantic sentiment and idealism.
However, what is remarkable about Freneau is not only that he has the sensitivity of a poet, but also that he has the wisdom of a philosopher. The poet first describes the external scenery, then directly connects himself and human beings, integrates human beings and nature, and infects readers with the laws of nature. Therefore, the poet begins to shift his writing style from the third section. Obviously, the poet's worship of the magical power of nature turned into confusion. With regret and trepidation, he thought of the helplessness of life and the ruthlessness of nature, and began to think about the nature of life.
Therefore, in the fourth section, the poet further explores the theme. At this point, Freneau used the prosperity and decline of honeysuckle to elaborate on his unabashed view of nature: all things must die after birth, prosperity must wither, flowers bloom and fall, and the change of seasons are the laws of nature, which are not based on human rules. What is transferred by will is irresistible to human beings. The growth and development of all things in nature are created by the divine power of nature and cannot be controlled by humans. Therefore, humans do not need to be sad about the prosperity and decline of flowers, or the life and death of people. As an old Chinese saying goes, "If you don't bring it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death." The poet sang: "If you never had it, you never lost it." This is enough to show that after the poet had a clear understanding of the nature of life, he got out of confusion and finally reached an open-minded and optimistic state. ?
Freneau used his deep feelings for the American land and his insightful sensibility to express his lament about the short life through the description of the growth environment of honeysuckle and its rise and fall, making this poem A layer of philosophical thinking is added to the beautiful artistic conception and the rich rustic flavor of the American land. The last four lines of the poem seem to be talking to flowers, but also like the poet talking naturally to himself. It is quite evocative and is the highlight of the whole poem. Human beings are no different from flowers and plants. They both originate from "a piece of the same soil" and cannot avoid the final outcome of being "buried in a handful of loess".
Beauty is so short-lived, and perhaps life is no different than this. The words are finished but the meaning is still there, which makes people feel disappointed. The poet records his feelings about life and reveals the essence of life, thereby reminding readers that life is precious and priceless because of its shortness. Although life is just a process from birth to death, there are still many delightful and beautiful scenery, and there are many beautiful things worthy of people's struggle. To cherish life is to truly enjoy life. Although life is limited, we must bloom it as much as possible in this limited life, be full of enthusiasm, and understand the essence of life. Just as any flower like wild honeysuckle will not refuse to bloom because of its eventual withering, humans should not give up cherishing life just because the final outcome of life is death.
In this poem, Freneau depicts and praises the beauty of nature with lyrical tones, while also revealing the coldness of nature and the helpless and short nature of life; it has both romantic sentiment and lack of The imagist meaning is indeed an excellent song. ?
The Wild Honey-Suckle ? Wild Honeysuckle
By Philip Freneau
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat, ?
Beautiful honeysuckle,
you bloom in a quiet corner.
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
The branches are full of fragrance, no one cares about them,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
Into the wind Dance without anyone noticing.
...No roving foot shall crush thee here,
The wanderer never tramples on your jade body,
...No busy hand provoke a tear .
Passengers will never make you cry.
By Nature's self in white arrayed,
By Nature's self in white arrayed,
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
You can stay away from the eyes of mediocrity.
And planted here the gaurdian shade,
She gave you a green shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
Her Bring you a stream of flowing water.
...Thus quietly thy summer goes,
The quiet summer flows suddenly,
...Thy days declinging to repose.
Your beauty has finally faded away, and your jade fragrance has disappeared.
Smit with those charms, that must decay,
Charming, but you cannot stay beautiful forever,
I grieve to see your future doom;< /p>
The ground is covered with red, you make me sad.
They died--nor were those flowers more gay,
Even in Eden, paradise on earth,
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;< /p>
It is inevitable that it will wither one day and become desolate.
...Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power
The bleak autumn wind, the desolate white autumn frost,
...Shall leave no vestige of this flower.
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You finally disappeared without a trace.
From morning suns and evenign dews
Morning sun and evening dews,
At first thy little being came:
I gave birth to your petite little one body.
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
You come from dust and return to dust,
For when you die you are the same;
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When you come, you have nothing, and when you leave, you turn into dust,
...The space between, is but an hour,
It is a pity that life is short,
...The frail duration of a flower.
You will eventually fade away.
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