If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient!
You need to keep calm on a blue day,
Believe it, happy days will come.
The heart always yearns for the future;
I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous,
Everything will pass,
A thing of the past,
It will be a wonderful memory.
(Pushkin)
If life deceives you, the language of this poem is concise and quick. The poet tells people frankly that we should face the hardships of life bravely, be patient when troubles come, always maintain a positive and optimistic attitude, and firmly believe that a happy day will come.
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 attacked 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.
June 1847
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.
Butterfly Nellie Sachs
What a wonderful afterlife
Painted on your body.
You were taken across the earth.
The core of combustion,
A fleeting farewell net passes through its stone shell.
butterfly
A night of happiness for a stunner
The weight of life and death
Sink with your wings
Withered as the sun gradually returned to maturity.
On the rose.
What a wonderful afterlife
Painted on your body.
What a noble symbol.
In the secrets of the atmosphere.
Appreciation of masterpieces: Butterfly is sad and beautiful, and its dreamlike life is fleeting, but it still exists in the world, witnessing the eternity of beauty.
The first section describes a dreamy afterlife that is disillusioned with beauty and only cares about "lovely afterlife/painted on your body", that is, regeneration always makes her yearn for: flying to the burning core, passing through the "stone shell", that is, passing through her own death, which is so light and unbearable for life, that she can't help but marvel at the creation of nature and the poet's fantastic imagination!
But death seems to be the fate of a butterfly-beauty is destined to be disillusioned in this sinister world. Even if the poet can't help singing "Happy Night of Butterflies/stunners", life will eventually "sink to the bottom of the sea with your wings/fade away roses", which is the second time to lament death. The third section is the ensemble of the first two sentences: "What a noble chant/in the secret of the atmosphere", the confidence in the praise of the afterlife-the rebirth of eternal life is a natural miracle.
For the poet, Nazi persecution and family changes changed the fate of saxophone. In her works, death, pain, concentration camps, exile and war are recurring themes, and the sad mood hangs over the pain and misfortune of Jews.
Ross Borges
Beyond my singing, a thankless rose
It is in full bloom and fragrant.
Roses in the dark garden at night,
Every night, in every garden,
From tiny by alchemy
Roses regenerated from ashes,
The roses of Persia and Aristotle,
That will always be unique,
Always a rose among roses.
Young Platonic Flowers
Except my singing, red and blind roses,
That unattainable rose.
Appreciation of famous works: the repeated singing of one thing must be a passionate swim in the poet's heart: it is reborn in the garden in the dark night without thanks-Persian, Aristotle's roses, cypress-patterned roses ... The gathering song is a kind of passionate love rose, and only love, "beyond my singing, passionate and blind roses, unattainable roses", can make Borges-
In fact, in this world, every man must have one or two flowers in his heart. Crazy rose, this is God's creation or mischief, or suffering for it, just like the rose that Ye Zhi never got in his life-the second Helen in his heart: Maud Hill.
Borges said in one of his essays "Yellow Rose" that the poet marino saw a rose when he was dying: a woman put a yellow rose in a bottle, just like Adam saw it for the first time in heaven, and felt that it was in eternity, not in his words, and we could only mention or imply it but could not express it.
Borges, on the other hand, sang the desire in his heart from different directions, from the outside to the inside: "Roses regenerated from tiny/ashes through alchemy." To express their persistence and dreams of love.