Speaking of Sodergeland, many people may not know him, but I said a poem called September Harp, which must be clear to everyone. This poem was written by Sodergelan, so someone asked who this Sodergelan is and what a great poet she is. Let's analyze and reveal the secret together!
Introduction to Sodergeland
Edith Irene? Delgren (Swedish: Edith Irene S? Dergran, 65438+April 4th 0892-65438+June 24th 0923) is a famous Swedish poetess in Finland. She is one of the earliest modernist writers in the history of Nordic literature. She is deeply influenced by French symbolism, German expressionism and Russian futurism, which can be found in her poems. She published only four poems in her life, and died of tuberculosis and malnutrition at the age of 3 1. She was not recognized by readers and literary circles when she was alive, but later people discovered the literary value of her works. Now, Edith S?dergran is regarded as one of the greatest writers in the history of Nordic literature. Until now, she still influenced many poets, especially Swedish lyric writers.
What kind of person is Sodergeland?
She is one of my favorite poetesss. Her motherland is a place far away from mine, a small village in northern Europe and Finland.
But none of this can stop me from liking her.
Yes, I like her and her poems. I know her from her poems, I know her from her poems, I know her from her poems.
Reading her poems, I often imagine her.
She should be beautiful, beautiful temperament, beautiful manners, beautiful eyes and beautiful soul. This kind of beauty, of course, has nothing to do with her appearance and age.
She should be more noble, noble temperament, noble heart and noble soul. This nobility has nothing to do with her birth and social status.
Her name is Edith Irene? Deglin. What a beautiful name!
Then it's time to talk about her poems. Her passionate, restrained and rich poems, her full, rich and sincere poems.
In this colorful world.
All I want is a bench in the park.
There is a cat basking in the sun on it.
I think I should sit there.
A short message stuck tightly to my chest.
I think this is my future.
This is a poem in her "Gift", which should be a love poem, but it is particularly beautiful, especially subtle, and even a little obscure, with profound meaning and meaning. Alas, how simple her needs are, how forbearing and humble she is, Sodergeland, a person who loves passionately, once loved passionately. Such a quiet, forbearing and plain poem contains touching power.
Her poem "Life" is also an excellent poem, which touches my heart again and again and brings me shock. I like reading it in a low voice:
I, my own prisoner, say this:
Life is not wearing soft green velvet in spring,
Or the caress that a person rarely gets,
Life is not a determination to leave.
Or pale arms supporting the back.
Life is a narrow circle, it catches us.
We have never crossed this invisible circle,
Life is happiness passing by us,
Thousands of steps that we cannot take.
Life is a contempt for yourself.
Lying motionless at the bottom of the well
You know, the sun shines on it
Golden birds are flying in the air.
Time flies.
Life is waving goodbye, going home and sleeping. ...
Life is an outsider to yourself.
Life is a new mask for everyone outside.
Life is happiness that one doesn't care about.
Push away that rare moment,
Life is to believe in your weakness and lack of courage.
Reading her restrained poems is like reading her burning heart. My heart ached for her, my body trembled for her and my soul danced for her.
She took out her own heart, this full and warm heart, this sincere and beautiful heart, this intelligent and calm heart.
She gave her heart to me, her dear reader, her bosom friend and her distant sister. In her poems, I read her full and warm heart, her burning heart and her trembling heart.
This is her Love God:
Cupid, of all people, you are the most cruel,
Why did you take me into the dark place?
When the little girl grows up,
They were ignored.
Walk into a dark room.
Is my soul as still as a lucky star
It was once on your red track?
Look, my hands and feet are tied,
Try it, all my thoughts are approaching me.
Cupid, of all the gods, you are the most cruel;
I don't run away, I don't expect,
I am in pain like an animal.
I read this poem of hers. I read it word for word. I finished reading with tears. I feel her heart beating in my chest, her blood flowing in my veins, and her pain in my heart. ...
What unusual women they are, like Sappho, Emily Dickinson, Akhmatova, Zvetayeva, Bishop and Jin Meiling ... They are also my muses, mysterious, rich, unique and charming.
Sodergeland, my distant sister, the sister of poetry. I like her poems. I fell in love with her poems at first sight. After reading it, I still like it.
Edith Irene? Delgren is a famous Swedish poetess in Finland. She is one of the earliest modernist writers in the history of Nordic literature. She is deeply influenced by French symbolism, German expressionism and Russian futurism, which can be found in her poems. She published only four poems in her life, and died of tuberculosis and malnutrition at the age of 3 1. She was not recognized by readers and literary circles when she was alive, but later people discovered the literary value of her works. Now, Edith S?dergran is regarded as one of the greatest writers in the history of Nordic literature. Until now, she still influenced many poets, especially Swedish lyric writers.
This is a brief introduction of Soder Grant. What a short life it is! What a lonely life is this? But it is also a rich life. She lived, loved, sang and wrote.
It is also interesting to know someone in poetry. I prefer to know her, know her, appreciate her and even respond to her in her poems.
I like the smell of her poems and her full poems.
Soon I will lie flat in bed,
The goblins will cover me with a white veil.
Sprinkle red roses on my coffin.
I'm going to die-because I'm so happy.
I'll even grit my teeth and wrap the shroud in ecstasy.
I would curl up in ecstasy and wear white shoes,
When my heart stops beating, desire urges it to sleep.
Take my coffin to the market-
This is the ecstasy of the world.
How beautiful the death of all things is. Sodergeland once wrote such a poem. Her ecstasy is a poem that directly describes the scene of death. Depicting death so richly, lovely and charming, full of fairy tales, without any eerie breath, only a talented poet can do it.
1June 24th, 923 is a traditional festival in Nordic countries-Midsummer Festival. Edith S?dergran died of illness in Rebora. She is unmarried for life and has no offspring. Shortly before her death, a poet friend visited her and wrote a sentence about her: "Her big gray eyes are like moonlight on the dark water. She is smiling. " Then, she calmly smiled and said goodbye, and smiled and appreciated how beautiful the death of everything was.
I also wrote an affectionate poem "Sodergelan" and gave it to her, my distant sister, in my heart, and only in my heart. I read it to her again and again:
Sodergeland, my distant sister.
The elegy you didn't finish singing.
I will continue to song for you.
The cross of happiness you carry.
I'll carry it for you.
Bite the teeth of fate, again and again.
Crowning our lives with poetry
Never give up, "this great heart in my chest"
In the touching melody of words, let's
The soul dances lightly, and the prayer flag of good heart is erected.
Sodergeland, my distant sister.
How melancholy the countryside in Careli is.
How happy it is to have a letter on your chest.
Also, the road to heaven and hell.
How quiet and long it is.