From "Ah! "Wind", an article from Gibran's collection of essays "Tears and Laughter". "Tears and Laughter" is one of the most beautiful collections of prose poems written by Gibran, showing the literary themes that Gibran is most concerned about: love and beauty, nature, philosophy of life, humanitarianism, social criticism, the poet's mission and loneliness, etc.
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"Ah! Wind》
Sometimes you sing and laugh; sometimes you lament and cry. We can hear you. But we cannot see your face: We can perceive you, but we cannot see you. You are like an ocean of love, drowning our souls and soothing our peaceful hearts.
You rise when you encounter mountains, descend when you encounter valleys, and stretch out in the wilderness, vast and majestic. When it rises, you can see your fortitude and perseverance; when it falls, you can see your humility and courtesy; when it stretches, it shows your lightness. sensitive. You are like a noble and benevolent king, who is amiable to the weak and arrogant, but majestic to the arrogant and strong.
Autumn, in the mountains. You cry to heaven and earth. The trees also weep with you; in winter, when you get angry, the whole person naturally becomes angry with you; in spring, you are weak and sick, but the fields wake up because of you; in summer, you put on a mask of silence, but we think it is The sun shot you to death with its sharp arrows and enveloped your body with its intense heat.
However, in the mouth of autumn, are you crying, or are you stripping off the clothes of the trees, watching them shy and laughing in the winter days, are you wide-open? Angry eyes. Still dancing around the snow-covered graves at night, in the spring days. Are you weak or are you like a passionate girl?
I want to wake up my long-lost lover, the youth of the four seasons, from my sleep with a sad sigh. In the summer days, are you a zombie, or are you wandering among the fruit trees? The grape pili and threshing floor are temporarily asleep?
You brought the smell of disease from the back alleys, and the fragrance of flowers from the plateau mountains. This is like those broad-minded people who quietly endure the pain of life and quietly treat the joy of life.
You said some strange words to the rose. But the flower actually understood their meaning, so it trembled all over for a while, and then looked smiling again. This is what God does to the human soul.
You are taking your time here. There it is hurrying again, and in the third place it is running, galloping, never stopping. This is just like human thought: when it is still, it dies, but when it moves, it is born.
You write lines of poetry on the lake, and then erase them. This is no different from those hesitant poets when you came from the south.
Hot as love; when you arrive from the north, you are as cold as death; when you come from the east, you are as gentle as the caress of the soul; but when you come from the west, you are as cold as hatred, Fierce and crazy. Are you as fickle as time? Or messengers from all directions, how they command you. Just as you told us, you were furious in the desert.
The caravan was so brutally ravaged. Then you bury them under the desert sand. Is this still the same you? - That invisible air flow slowly rises from the branches and leaves along with the morning light, and then quietly floods into the wilderness like a dream. The valley, where the flowers tremble with love for you. Swaying, the grass smells your breath. Then he danced and danced, as if drunk.
You lost your temper on the ocean and set the calm sea on fire, causing it to become choppy and chase after you. It opened its huge mouth and destroyed countless ships and lives. Swallow it all. Is this still the same you - you are so naughty and passionate, gently stroking the pigtails of the girls running around the house?
Extended information:
Gibran's literary works as a whole present a sacred "apocalyptic" form. The text content is based on fables and wisdom literature full of fraternity and philosophy of life. The subject, in terms of genre, mostly adopts the literary genre of prose poetry (prose poetry is a type of poetry), using the first person "I" to directly narrate and express opinions, just like a knowledgeable and wise "prophet" to the subject. The sincere teachings and careful comfort made the narrator "I" of his literary works and the creator Gibran almost merge into one.