Sully Prudhomme (1939-1907) was a French poet whose original name was Rene Francois Prudhomme. Born in Paris into a family of industrialists and merchants, his father was an engineer. Sully Prudhomme was smart and studious since childhood, but due to health reasons he was unable to enter university. In his early years, he worked as a clerk, engineer, and engaged in legal work before turning to poetry creation. His solid scientific accomplishment made him want to communicate poetry and science; and his strong philosophical interest made him want to capture inspiration from philosophical thinking and refine the theme of poetry.
He participated in the Parnath poetry movement around the 1960s and became one of its representatives. The Parnas school was composed of some Gaudist poets who advocated "art for art's sake" and was the forerunner of the Symbolist school. This poet advocates staying away from reality in art, being calm and objective, and restraining the direct expression of personal feelings.
In 1865, Sully Prudhomme published his first collection of poems, Rhymes and Verses, which immediately emerged and attracted the attention of the poetry world. The poetry collections "Loneliness" (1869) and "Futile Tenderness" (1875) published thereafter are two masterpieces with a strong lyrical flavor. They mainly describe the lonely mood, lovelorn love, and are full of melancholy. But what is more appreciated by the intellectual circles are two collections of philosophical poems, "Justice" (1878) and "12 Poems on Happiness" (1888). The collection of poems mainly explores the conflict between human consciousness and modern society. It has a didactic element and is relatively obscure. In addition, he also has poetry collections "Test" (1866), "Impressions of War" (1870), "France" (1874), "Prism" (1886), "Poetry's Last Words" (1901) and prose works "Collected Essays" (1883), "Investigation of Poetry" (1892), "True Faith from Bhaskar" (1905). From 1900 to 1901, he edited and published the "Collected Poems of Sully Prudhomme".
Sully Prudhomme's poetry is good at reminding people of the secret and subtle feelings and experiences of spiritual calculations. Longer than analysis, whether it is inspirational poetry or philosophical poetry, it has left a deep impression on readers. Due to his creative achievements, he was elected as a member of the French Academy in 1881. In 1901, the Swedish Academy awarded the first Nobel Prize in Literature to him "in special recognition of his poetry, which is the testimony of noble ideals, perfect art and rare soul and wisdom". ——From Douban's "Loneliness and Meditation"
The "broken bottle" that promotes ideals
Compared with French perfume, Prudhomme's fame and the popularity of his works are both Much inferior.
However, the serious elders of the Swedish Academy very seriously awarded the first Nobel Prize to this potato-like French citizen. The comment when he won the award was: "In recognition of his poems, because they reveal lofty idealism, perfect artistic attainments, and the precious combination of the two qualities of heart and mind." This comment undoubtedly carved his image He has become an indestructible "statue of God", standing at the entrance of the 20th century, flaunting the aura of idealism with his uniquely charming "Broken Bottle".
Prudom was the first lucky son in the world of literature in the 20th century. His luck came from his pursuit of idealism and perfect art. In the mid-to-late nineteenth century, the classicism and romanticism tendencies of French literature had shown their weakness, but as a kind of nutrient, they nourished Prudhomme and enabled him to thrive in the soil of the "Parnassians" growing up.
The "Parnais School" is an aesthetic school popular in the French poetry circle in the mid-to-late 19th century. The poets of this school of poetry claim to write about "real beauty" and inner beauty in their poems. Finely crafted.
Prudhomme's early poem "The Broken Bottle" vividly demonstrated his artistic talent in this area, and he justifiably became the backbone of the "Parnais School". After that, he could not wait to From his "broken bottle" he poured out more than a dozen works such as "Loneliness", "Impressions of War", "France", "Collected Prose", and "The Last Word of Poetry".
His writings are permeated with a strong sense of doubt, sorrow and boundless spiritual longing, in order to call for justice and ideals.
In the final analysis, idealism is literary orthodoxy, in line with religious spirit and social moral order, and can inspire people's optimistic emotions. The formation of Prudhomme's literary outlook is inextricably linked to his life activities.
Prudhomme was born into a wealthy family in Paris in 1839. His father was an engineer. Prudhomme was very smart since he was a child. He was admitted to the University of Paris in high school and later followed in his father's footsteps as an engineer. However, he always felt that this job was not suitable for him. After a year, he changed his career to study law and worked as a lawyer. During this time, he began to Literary creation, and saw the dawn of his progress just like Columbus discovered the New World. From then on, he quit his job as a lawyer and devoted himself to literary creation and theoretical research.
From his activities, it is not difficult to see that reality has nurtured and cultivated him. Therefore, he also devoted his life to depicting the spring scenery for reality.
Prudom's talent brought him many benefits. Not only did he make great achievements in poetry, but he also made great progress in philosophical research. Later, he simply used the unique language of poetry to express it. his philosophical thoughts. This approach brought about great changes in his later poetry creation, which was mainly reflected in the clearer ideological concepts and the integration of scientific concepts into the poems. Therefore, he earned the title of "poet of philosophy, science and positivism".
This is why Prudhomme is well-deserved as the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. ——From Zheng Wanli’s blog
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The first Nobel Prize winner in Literature: Armand Sully-Prudhomme
1 [France] Armand Sully-Prudhomme (1839-1907) was the first poet to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. When Sweden announced that Prudhomme had won the Nobel Prize for Literature in late October 1901, public opinion around the world was in an uproar, because although the poet already had a certain poetry reputation in France at the time, his name was unknown worldwide. After all, it is still relatively unfamiliar. He first studied natural science and was an engineer. Later, he studied legal works and became a lawyer proficient in law. Later, his interest turned to literary creation. His famous collection of poems was published at his own expense and was recited throughout France at that time.
Main award-winning poems (select ten)
Eyes
Sky blue and black beautiful eyes,
Everything is so beautiful, Looking at the morning light;
They sleep deep in the tomb,
And the sun is still rising.
Countless eyes watch,
The night is gentler than the day;
The stars always shine,
And the eyes But full of darkness.
Oh! Have they lost their bearings?
No, no, no!
They turned somewhere,
Towards a side that is invisible to people.
People left,
The stars still hung in the vast night sky;
The eyes gradually drooped and closed,
But they did not die. .
Sky blue and black beautiful eyes,
Everything is so beautiful, opening up the boundless dawn;
On the other side,
The eyes looked again.
Swans
The lake is as deep and calm as a mirror,
The swans glide silently with their double webs.
The fluff on both sides of it,
is like snow melting under the sun.
The huge milky white wings trembled in the breeze,
It floated like a slow-moving ship.
It holds its beautiful long neck high,
sometimes diving into the lake,
sometimes lowering itself on the surface.
Bent into a curve again,
Elegant as a relief pattern,
Hide the black beak under the white neck.
It swims through the dark and quiet edge of the pine forest,
It is graceful and melancholy.
All the fragrant grass fell behind it,
Like a head of green hair rippling behind it.
The poet listened to its feelings in the cave,
The spring water mourned the forever lost friend.
They all make the swan linger in love,
The quietly falling willow leaves brush against its bare shoulders.
Then we are far away from the darkness of the forest,
head high and heading towards the vast blue.
To celebrate the white color it admires,
Select between the brilliant sun.
When the lake shore sank into a haze,
all the outlines turned into dim ghosts.
On the horizon there is only a streak of sunset,
The rushes and irises are unshakable.
The tree frogs played music in the quiet air,
A little firefly flickered in the moonlight.
So the swan fell asleep in the dark lake,
The lake reflected the brilliance of the milky white, blue and purple night;
Like a silver lamp among ten thousand diamonds, < /p>
His head is hidden under its wings, sleeping between heaven and earth.
Broken Vase
The vase was cracked open by a fan,
Flowers and plants are wilting in the bottle.
This blow was just a light touch,
It was silent and no one heard it.
But this tiny trauma
makes the transparent crystal wear away day by day.
The steady process of damage
slowly spread to the entire body of the vase.
The clear water overflowed drop by drop,
The flowers in the bottle became increasingly haggard.
No one is aware of it.
Don’t touch it, the bottle is broken.
The palm of a lover's hand brushes the soul,
often may also cause pain.
So the heart cracks on its own,
The flowers of love gradually wither.
In the eyes of the world, the soul is intact as before,
The wounds in the heart are getting deeper and wider.
Please let this person cry in secret.
The heart is broken, but don’t touch it.
The tenderness of April
I am afraid of April,
The sultry tenderness causes waves of commotion,
Like me it It upsets you,
But I sing it only for you.
In December, the cold wind is whistling and the air is freezing.
The sky is gray and white with mist flowing.
My heart is less gentle.
< p>It seems to be more tolerable to its emptiness.At this time of year, everything is desolate and depressing,
Don’t let your heart feel its sadness;
The sky is empty and the distant mountains are empty,
Only the sky is vast and vast.
But once the blue sky appears,
My heart becomes open and relaxed.
Even if the pain is endless,
We must welcome the blue sky sunny day.
The blue sky always smiles at it from afar,
deeply attracting it to come down to the mortal world,
but with an inimitable flight,
Bring all you need to it.
This simple and peaceful happiness,
comes from everything in the universe,
suppressing its initial sadness,
< p>Adds the rich fragrance of roses.In the hazy awakening,
The passion of the past is burning brightly again,
When it overflows with enthusiasm,
But I tasted the pain of the past again.
I'm afraid of April,
its sultry tenderness causes commotions,
It upsets you like me,
< p>But I only sing its praises for you.Dreams
Dreams only last for a short moment.
Happiness restricted by reason is dull and ordinary.
Dreams are like the blue of the sea. The bubbles are like soap bubbles,
like a child blowing a straw.
The soap bubble blew up and began to expand, getting bigger and thinner.
It swayed left and right when a breeze blew,
It longed for the life in space. Leaving the straw,
flying and floating up to the sky.
It began its journey,
with one intention of flying off the ground and no other plans.
A wisp of green smoke or a wisp of fragrance can stop it,
And a hair of mustard can grab it and slow it down.
It was suspended in mid-air just now and crossed the clouds.
It is going to travel around the world along the vast space!
It came from the earth and now it has reached heaven,
It has risen to its first stop.
It is elated and feels extremely happy.
The daughter of space is far smarter than space.
It can spy on space whether it is gliding or floating.
Thus it has full confidence in its own thin support.
It is a bright mirror rolling up and down,
Everything can reflect its own moment.
Whether it is the surrounding roses or the distant mountains,
the entire infinite world can be reflected on it.
The sun rises and emits thousands of flames,
Thousands of dots cover the bubbles with golden light,
The neon bubbles flash brightly,
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Like a huge gem gold diamond.
But as long as there is a fly flying around it,
or a grain of dust flowing through space,
it will explode and turn into dots. ,
Wander, this world was once brilliant!
Dreams only last for a short moment,
Happiness restricted by reason is ordinary,
Dreams are like sea-blue soap bubbles,
Like a child blowing a straw.
Inspiration
When we write poetry,
often based on a certain impression,
It suddenly awakens the memory of the past and the past, < /p>
It presents a blurry picture.
Our dreams are dominated by fate,
We must also obey its arrangements when we write poetry.
I longed to watch the roses in bud,
What I saw in the vision was a smile.
May the fragrance of roses hit your heart,
The light fragrance reminds you to wake up and turn around,
Caused by some love in the past,
< p>I shed a tear and lamented.The gurgling water under my feet,
carrying the crystal clear water waves and raising the spray flowers,
The beautiful sound is like the music of the world,
Because of this, I recalled the weeping lament.
Let the wind blow away the dead trees and fallen leaves,
I miss it so much for its endless journey,
Thinking that this wind will also sweep us away. ,
I think of our strange world tomorrow.
Let the clouds in the clear sky melt away,
I want to explore the bottomless and boundless space,
I want to flap my wings and fly,
There, dreams are running away one after another.