You went,
Obtained the so-called superelevation.
empty ...
You can fly,
Become a star.
No advance payment,
There is no beer hall,-
Awake from now on.
No, Ye Saining,
this is not
Laugh.
Choke my throat
It's sadness,
Instead of laughing.
I saw it. ...
You use the wrist that cuts blood vessels
After writing for a while,
Just put a bag.
My own bones
Hang it up and shake it
Stop it!
Don't go crazy!
Why did you come here?
Why?
Use ashes
Paint your face white?
you should
Be quite good at writing
Wild words and witty remarks,
In this world.
Change others
I can't write it.
Why are you?
Why?
It really puzzles me.
critic
Annoying things:
"After this incident,
Blame it on this ...
Blame it on this ...
But the main reason
There is too little politics,
And drunk too much. "
it is said
You should use
classes
Replace the lives of celebrities,
Class affects you,
You wouldn't lose your temper.
However, is it class?
Can I quench my thirst with a cold drink?
classes
Drink wine.
Don't show weakness!
it is said
It should be called Houxiao.
Discipline you,
Your talent
It is bound to multiply.
you will
Finish it in one day
One hundred lines,
Smelly and long,
Can be compared with luoning.
In my opinion,
This kind of talk in a dream
If you really accept it,
You will be earlier.
Do it to yourself.
Instead of dying of boredom,
It is best to
Died of soju.
Whether it's a lasso
Or a pencil sharpener,
Cann't even put
The cause of the accident
Explain clearly.
Maybe, if
Anh Hotel
With ink,
cut
boat
It's not necessary.
An enthusiastic imitator:
"good! One more! "
Almost a whole platoon.
Put yourself
Destroyed.
Why?
raise
The number of suicides?
not equal to
Increase the output of ink
That's right.
From this time on.
tongue
forever
Confined to the lower jaw.
Make such a lively ceremony
They are all heavy.
It's not appropriate either
Creative language
the people
I lost one.
Drunk and singing loudly
bohemian
Apprentice.
Hold a lot
Fragments of poetry,
only not
Old funeral
excellent without damage
With a stick
Put a clumsy poem
Trying to get into the grave,-
so this is it？
Mourn the poet?
Not suitable for you yet
Create a memorial—
Where is it,
This is a bronze jingle,
Or the roughness of granite?
But in front of the memorial fence
There has been an endless stream.
It's here.
An acid essay dedicated to poetry and memories.
Your name
With tears and runny nose
Wet the handkerchief,
Your poem
Be coveted by Sobinov.
Under the withered little birch tree
He sings:
"Without language, my friend,
I haven't lamented for a moment. "
Alas! For this kind of
Performance expert
should
Speak in different tones!
You should stand up in Huo Ran,
Make a scene:
"I don't allow it.
bridge
Used to this! "
It needs three fingers.
Whistle,
It was deafening.
Call them
Go and see grandma.
And God's own mother!
Call this batch
Mediocre * * *
Run away,
garments in Western style
Drum like an elephant
Black awning.
My name is Ke Gang.
Confused and confused
run back and forth
His pointed beard
Stab sb.
Can make holes!
Ugly thing
at present
Less eliminated.
Things are too busy.
time
Never enough.
First of all.
Put life
Reconstruction,
alterative
Just to sing.
During this period
It's not easy to write,
It's hard to write.
But tell me,
Men and women with mental disabilities
while
where
Which great man can choose a path,
This road
Step flat,
Is it easy to walk?
Languages can be universal,
Invest manpower
Management.
Go!
Let time
Elephant shell
It exploded behind us.
Gone with the wind in the old days
just
Fly with the wind
Hair.
To be happy.
Our planet
Equipment is still lacking.
should
From the days to come
Snatch
Joey.
In this world.
die
It's not difficult,
create a life
It is much more difficult.
(translated by Bai Fei)
This poem was written in 1926, and its formation has a rather complicated background.
Soviet poetry in the 1920s can be divided into two poetic traditions: one is modernism represented by Ye Saining, and the other is proletarian revolutionary poetry represented by Mayakovski. The former is mainly lyric poetry, while the latter is mainly political poetry; The former emphasizes the artistry of poetry, while the latter emphasizes the ideological nature of poetry. Although they go hand in hand and complement each other, they both promote the prosperity of poetry in the early and late Soviet Union. However, at that time, the struggle was fierce, and the media supported proletarian revolutionary poetry more. Some modernist poetry schools, such as symbolism, Ahmet and futurism, represented by Ye Saining, were called "decadent schools". 19251At the end of February, Ye Saining committed suicide because of depression of thoughts and personal feelings. In his last poem, he wrote: "Goodbye, friend, don't shake hands, don't be sad, don't be sad. -In this world, death is nothing new, and life is not fresher. " Under the influence of his decadent ideas, many young people committed suicide with Ye Saining. About his death, it caused people's arguments, and there were different opinions for a while. At that time, reactionary bourgeois literati in the Soviet Union at home and abroad took the opportunity to make noise, some blamed the death on the Soviet regime, and some made personal attacks on Ye Saining. In order to counter the slander of reactionary literati and consciously offset the bad influence of Ye Saining's last poem, Mayakovski wrote To Sergei Ye Saining.
Obviously, the poet wrote this poem with extremely complicated feelings. On the one hand, he deeply regrets Ye Saining's death: he regrets that "the people/lost a/drunk/bohemian/prosperous" poet lost a brilliant poet, so when he learned the news of the poet's suicide, he was "sad/not laughing"; On the other hand, he was deeply dissatisfied with the poet's decadent mood and negative attitude towards life. From his so-called "transcendence", he saw "emptiness" and felt "extremely confused" In his view, "it is not difficult to die", but "it is much more difficult to create a life". This shows a completely different outlook on life and values from Ye Saining's-because the beauty of life is not reflected in the easy death, but in the "days from the future/capture/joy" and in the hard struggle to make all mankind completely get rid of suffering and move towards happiness. After reading the complete poem, we will feel the beauty of life and creation flowing in it. This kind of "beauty" will have a stirring feeling not only for the readers at that time, but also for those of us who are walking on the journey of life today. It can be seen that strong agitation and publicity are one of the remarkable characteristics of this poem.
It can also be seen from this poem that although Mayakovski's poetry is ideological, it does not mean that it lacks artistry. In fact, he is a poet with serious artistic ethics. As mentioned above, this poem is full of strong optimism, but the poet does not let his feelings flow, but hides in vivid images and breeds typical details. For example, after writing about all kinds of funny performances performed by some "performance experts" after Ye Saining's death, the poet wrote: "You should use three fingers/whistle,/deafening,/tell them/go to see grandma/and God's mother!" In just a few words, the image of Ye Saining was vividly outlined. Another example is "Your name/runny nose and tears/wet handkerchief" and "suit/bulging/black canopy", which are novel and vivid. In the form of poetry, this poem is also quite distinctive. The "staircase" structure gives people a sense of movement and urgency, blends with the * * * expressed by the poet, and is full of the "energy" of rolling waves, becoming a "meaningful form", which makes people unable to sing lightly, but can only clap their hands and sing high. This is inseparable from the "auditory effect" of poetry that the poet has always advocated. In fact, Mayakovski is a gifted reciter, and his poems attach great importance to "recitation effect". So, when we read "Go! /Let time/like shells/explode behind us. With the phrase "Gone with the wind in the old days/Only that/Flying with the wind/Hair", we will have the illusion that what appears in front of us is not some patchwork poems, but impassioned poets. (Fu Zonghong)