To tell the truth, I really like China literature better than foreign literature, which may also be related to my reading habits since I was a child. My father is an Esperanto major, and he gives me Amway world literature day by day. In the rebellious period, I don't want to read anything
Until these days, with the growth of age and experience, I read more and more books, and I began to appreciate foreign literature. It turns out that what is national belongs to the world, and all good works are worth remembering.
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Selected poems of Borges
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Let's go back to this selected poem of Borges.
The author is an Argentine poet, novelist and translator.
The author's favorite themes are: pursuing the impossible, satirizing the realization of human dreams, the various meanings of idealism philosophy, the confusion and futility of existence, the cycle of time, and the failure of reason.
The translation of selected poems is also good, delicate and critical. Personally, I recommend the two poems "You are not others" and "What can I use to keep you".
You timidly begged for help.
Other people's works can't save you.
You are nobody else, you are in the middle of this moment.
The center of the maze woven by your own steps.
Jesus or Socrates?
The hardships you have experienced can't save you.
Even in the garden at dusk
Siddhartha, where Buddhism is boundless, is not good for you either.
Your handwriting, your words.
As worthless as dust
Fate has no mercy.
God's night is endless.
Your body is just time, time that keeps passing.
You are just every lonely moment.
Borges
You're nobody else.
I don't know why I read this poem. It feels very powerful, very firm. I especially appreciate the signal that "people should save themselves by themselves". Sometimes I can't tell why a sentence is so touching, but the poem "You are just every lonely moment" makes me feel particularly wonderful.
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What can I use to keep you?
I'll give you fine streets,
Desperate sunset,
The moon in the wilderness,
I will give you a sad look at the lonely moon for a long time.
I gave you my dead grandparents,
Later, people used marble to pay homage to their ancestors.
My father's father died on the border of Buenos Aires,
Two bullets went through his chest,
He died with a beard,
The body was wrapped in cowhide by soldiers.
My mother's grandfather,
I'm only 24 years old,
Leading 300 people to the front in Peru,
Now they are all ghosts on horseback.
I give you all the insights that my book can contain,
All the masculinity and humor in my life,
I give you the loyalty of someone you never trusted.
I'll give you my own preserved core,
No words and sentences, no transactions with dreams,
A core unaffected by time, joy and adversity.
I gave you a night many years before you were born?
I saw the memory of a yellow rose.
I will explain your life to you,
About your own theory,
Your real and magical existence.
I give you my loneliness, my darkness, my thirst,
I tried to impress you with confusion, danger and failure.
Borges
What can I use to keep you?
This poem is first called the translator, which is really a beautiful translation. In fact, the plain words make this love poem very touching. Imagine how romantic and beautiful it would be if I were the woman who wrote love poems. "The core of not making words and sentences, not trading with dreams, and not being moved by time, joy and adversity." Such sincere love is worth blushing and beating. "I will give you the loyalty of someone you have never believed." This powerful promise seems to hear the hottest voice of love.
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Finally, I ended my recommendation with a poem by the author: "I have accepted those ugly things since I was a child, and many things that have been out of tune with the world have to accept each other in order to survive."
Yes, we always have to grow up. When facing many people in this world, we must learn to smile, whether actively or passively, like it or not.