Mansfield is an English novelist, who is good at depicting the psychology of characters and has the style of stream of consciousness. When she was in England, China poet Xu Zhimo made a special trip to London to visit her. She was stunned by heaven and human beings. After her death, she wrote a poem "Aymanshur" for her, which is compared to the cuckoo crying blood.
But what I'm going to write today is not Mansfield's novel, but Coleridge's poem "Naive but Natural" which I saw in her novel. This is also the first poem that influenced my life.
Mansfield has written a series of novels about "love in youth", which is a rare masterpiece in love novels. Naive but Natural (with the same name as the poem) is one of the representative works. Mr. Zheng's translation is good;
If I were a bird.
There are two little wings.
I will fly to you, dear!
But the idea is a bit boring.
I stay where I am.
But I fly to you in my sleep
I will be with you forever in my sleep.
There is only you and me in this world.
But when I woke up, where was I
Lonely, lonely only myself.
Sleep refused to stay, despite the king's orders.
So I woke up at dawn.
Although sleep has disappeared
But when night falls, close your eyes.
Enter the dream again
Perhaps the mood at that time matched the artistic conception of this poem. Anyway, I like this poem very much and copied it carefully on the title page of my notebook. Later, when I went to college, I tried to deepen myself and plunged into various theories. I got nothing and I was exhausted. This poem was also lost with my notebook. Until recently, when I was wandering on the Internet, I came across the English original of this poem. The charm of this poem is linked with the memory of youth, which once again occupies my heart.
Later, I found the best interpretation of "frankness" in Tagore's poems: "Two hands holding arms and similar eyes began to record our hearts. It's a moonlit night in March. The air smells of henna. My flute was forgotten on the ground, and your garland was not woven. This kind of love between you and me is as simple as a song. "
As I grow older, I am more and more tired of those complicated things, and I like simple truth, simple words and simple life more and more. When I was young, when I was reading Nineteen Ancient Poems, I always wondered why such a work without words occupied such an important position in the history of poetry. Later, I gradually realized that the better the text, the simpler it is. "Shejiang picking hibiscus, Lanze grass is more fragrant. Who wants to leave, Philip Burkart. " Good poetry is like this, with a direct force, such as love, such as spring, such as the fragrance surging in the earth (Gucheng dialect). Just like a simple song, simple and straightforward, but natural.