Tagore is the successor of Indian national poetic style and the pioneer of new poetic style. His prose poems break away from the original metrical style, "not retaining the obvious cadence of poetry", but "endowing Bangladeshi prose with poetic rhyme", so his prose poems have more national characteristics and unique personal style than other prose poems.
Gitanjali is a collection of lyric poems, which vividly expresses the poet's religious philosophy. Bengali's Chittagali has a rigorous rhythm, while English's Chittagali is a prose poem, so it has the basic characteristics of prose poetry: strong feelings; Rich in imagination; Harmonious artistic conception. Gitanjali focuses on life, but the simple life story contains profound philosophy of life, which is the biggest feature of his prose poems. It adopts visual expression and shows abstract truth through vivid life story details, which is easy to understand and intriguing. The image is vivid and concrete, the sentence is vivid and lively, and poetry and philosophy are perfectly combined. His feelings are real, full of frank and simple beauty; The image he described is very imaginative. "There is a poem in the painting, and there is a picture in the poem", which is picturesque and really amazing. His spoken language is concise, and the metaphor is just right.
In Hindi, Gitanjali means "offering a song", that is, a poem dedicated to God. In the author's own words, it is "dedicated to God who gave him physical light and poetic talent." This "God" is very mysterious. Who is he? The poet himself said, "Really, I can't say it." In the poet's pen, this god has various names and identities. Poets sometimes call him "master", sometimes "friend", sometimes "father", sometimes "king" and sometimes "lover", but more often they call him directly "God" or simply "you". "I lost myself in the joy of singing and forgot myself. You are my master, but I call you my friend. " "Oh, really, how can I tell them that I am waiting for you, and you have promised to come. How can I say shyly that poverty is my dowry? Ah, I have this pride in my heart. " Here, God symbolizes light, love and purity; Here, we feel the vitality and vitality of life everywhere; Here, we have hardworking women, naive children, and a bright light in the dark.
Here, the piety of saints is recorded; "The golden chariot stopped where I stood. You gave me a look and walked out of the car with a smile. I think the luck of my life has finally come. Then, suddenly, you put out your right hand and said,' What do you have for me?'
Ah, the king opened his palm and begged the beggar. What a joke! I stood there in confusion and hesitation. Later, I slowly took out a small grain of wheat from my bag and gave it to you.
However, one day passed, and I poured all the things in my bag on the ground. In this miserable pile, I found a small piece of gold. How surprised I am at this moment! I cried bitterly and hated myself for not having the heart to give you everything. "
A beggar, a king, a grain of wheat, a small grain of gold, a poor beggar, dedicated his unique wealth to a powerful king and felt guilty for offering himself wheat instead of the only gold? Isn't this a big joke? Have we ever seen such a pious saint? This reminds me of the 7.8-magnitude earthquake that shocked the world in Wenchuan, Sichuan in May 12. Countless houses collapsed, countless people were crushed under the walls, countless victims were homeless, countless children lost their parents, countless lovers lost their children, and countless lovers were separated by Yin and Yang. What kind of adventure did the mother who gave birth in the delivery room experience, and what kind of panic and fear did the lovers who were preparing to get married in the church experience? How fragile and precious is life? When people from all walks of life at home and abroad donated money to help the victims in Sichuan, when many people were discussing which company and who donated how much, I was moved by a news: a poor beggar living on the street actually donated all his only 105 yuan to the people in the disaster area! ! ! No one can treat life as piously as this beggar! What other words can describe the shock and emotion in our hearts? A poor beggar, who has only 105 yuan, donates it all. How many people in this world can do it? Suppose a person has 100 million yuan and he donated 10 million yuan, then he only donated one tenth of all his property, while this beggar, a beggar, donated all his property. How can one tenth be compared with 100%? This is the most magnificent move in 2008, the highest interpretation and respect for life! People who fear and love life, great people, I salute you!
This is a song dedicated to life, isn't it?
Here, the fresh, gorgeous and changeable natural landscape is recorded; "In the morning, the silent sea rippled with birds' songs; The flowers on the roadside are jubilant; Bright golden light will shoot down from the cracks in the clouds, and we are too busy to pay attention to it. " The most beautiful is the simplest. In real life, it is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of eyes to find beauty!
Here, the experience of real life is recorded; "The smile that flashes on a baby's lips when he falls asleep-but does anyone know where it was born? Yes, it is said that the first white shimmer of the new moon touched the edge of the disappearing autumn cloud, where the smile was first born in the morning dream of dew washing-this is the smile that flashed on the lips when the baby fell asleep. " What is sweet is life. At the moment of life's birth, we sing, we dance and sing praises to all the gifts and blessings of God!
Here, it is full of vitality, enthusiasm and optimism; "As soon as the old words disappeared from the tip of the tongue, new music came out of my heart; The old rut completely disappeared, and the new field once again showed miracles. " There is no way to doubt the mountains and rivers, there is another village! Life is constantly circulating, dead rebirth, disappearing reappearance, phoenix nirvana rebirth sublimation, life is so rich and gorgeous!
Here, we feel the innocence of children;
"The head is still a vast vault, and endless seawater is surging at the foot.
The children gathered at the seaside of the vast world and cheered.
They build houses out of sand,
Play with empty shells.
They weave boats out of fallen leaves,
Laugh and let them float in the deep sea.
Children are playing on the seashore of the world.
They don't know how to swim,
They don't know how to cast a net.
Pearl divers dive for pearls,
Businessmen are sailing on ships,
The children picked up pebbles and threw them away.
They don't treasure, and they don't know how to cast nets.
The sea is smiling and churning, but the smile on the beach is dim.
Dangerous waves, singing meaningless songs to children,
It's like a mother humming a song and rocking the cradle to put the baby to sleep.
The sea is playing with children, and the smile on the beach is dim.
The children gathered at the seaside of the boundless world.
Storms wander in the pathless sky,
The sailboat sank into no man's land.
Death is near, but the children are playing. On the seashore of the boundless world,
A grand party was held for the children. "
This is a pure world, with no desire for money and power. They are not looking for treasure, they are just playing, without desire or desire, unrestrained, just looking for happiness, the simplest simplicity and beauty! They are so happy that we are moved by them! People are born like a blank sheet of paper, and society is a big dye vat. We grow slowly, slowly eroded, and the white paper is dyed into various colors. We are no longer easy to be satisfied, but have been greedy for it. We always complain that we get less, that God gives us less, and that it is unfair, but we never want to make progress, fall into depravity, lose ourselves in sinking, and finally be overwhelmed by our own complaints. Who knows, that is, "we read the world wrong and say that the world has deceived us"!
Why can't we be as contented as when we were born? We should know that God is fair. When he closed a door, he also opened a window for us. An old frontiersman loses his horse—a blessing in disguise. Everything in the world, fortunes depend on each other. As long as we treat the gains and losses with a normal heart and be content with happiness, then we can be as bright and beautiful as children!
Here, we found a temple that leads us to the unity of man and God.
"The child put on the prince's robe and hung a jewelry necklace around his neck, so he lost all interest in the game; His clothes hindered his every step.
I'm afraid my clothes will be worn out or stained by dust. Children always escape from the world and don't even dare to move.
Mother, well-dressed constraint, if it isolates people from the dust of health, if it deprives people of the right to enter the grand temple fair of daily life, it is not gain, but loss. "
If life is bound by many jewels and necklaces, then people can only bear a heavy burden, not live. Nothing, fly high, our people!
Tell me, prisoner, who forged this unbreakable chain?
"It's myself," the prisoner replied. "I'm really tired of casting. I thought my invincible power would conquer the world without interference. I forged this chain day and night with a heavy hammer and fire. When the work was finished, the chain was perfect and indestructible, but I found that the chain stuck me firmly. "
Everyone has another lock of desire in his heart. Without control, I completely locked myself up, tied myself up, choked, and finally died with a heavy heart.
In Tagore's Gitanjali, we fly freely, easily and heroically. Reading this beautiful language often makes people involuntarily integrate into it, just like a drop of spring water, walking in a beautiful mountain stream; Like a bird, it flies around happily in the forest in summer.
In this world, we can never find such a beautiful and pure world!
Unconsciously, we were infected by his positive poems and influenced by his wonderful poems. What a surging passion and desire, what a gentle and pleasant trickle! "All the disharmonies in my life are blended with sweet music-I worship you, spreading my wings on the sea like a happy bird." How warm and sincere feelings, how fresh and beautiful language, it seems that all love is integrated into the worship of God, unrestrained and warm!
In Tagore's prose poems, we can thoroughly feel his yearning for light, thinking about life, longing for life and love for nature. Love and gratitude, freedom and joy are everywhere in his poems. Can we not be moved by the world he yearns for? It is only because of the beauty of the world he describes that we cry bitterly. We hesitate to look for it and can't help but ask softly, is there really such a transparent world in the world? We hesitated, but still stubbornly followed him!
Love lights up the world! As long as our hearts are full of love, we will no longer be lonely and hesitant! We come from our Lord, so let's give everything back to our Lord wholeheartedly! Go where you came from! Life is to die here and get eternal life! "When I worship you, let all my life go back to its eternal hometown, like a group of homesick cranes, flying back to their mountain nests day and night."