The poet feels the sadness and helplessness of not being able to move forward side by side with others. The child who originally refused to admit defeat will now say angrily: "Because I am the road/destined/to be trampled on." Secular Numbness and ugliness made the poet feel tired: "I hate/I have slept for a long time/Sleeping with seeds of all sizes/I am the only one who will not germinate/cannot cover the land with the shadow of life." Ideals are shattered and beliefs collapse Now, hatred, suspicion, anger, protest, crying, sorrow and other gray factors frequently appear in his writing: "Childhood dreams / shattered / neon of fantasy / full of cracks / weak body / in the tide Melted/sharp hatred/but not blunted.”
The book I read is almost blank about his later works, only very classic poems. I guess the editor didn’t want to let that go to hell. Such poetry affects people's beautiful thoughts about the poet. During this period, the poet no longer worked hard to break through the darkness. On the contrary, darkness became his companion. He stayed away from the crowd and savored the desolation alone. He even stubbornly believed: "No bird can escape the daytime//Just like, No one can avoid / himself / avoid darkness." The poet is no longer full of eagerness and eagerness to embrace the future, but a cold assertion of death and destruction: "You have boarded a giant ship that is bound to sink. / It will disappear in the breath of the sea. "Terror, despair, and chaos are tightly wrapped around this young man like a devil. In his poem "On the Left Side of the Night," the poet compares dawn to a dead fish: "In On the left side of the night / there is a white fish / the fish has been cut open / the internal organs are missing / it has a gluey eye / that eye fixes me. "It's really creepy, what the eyes of the dead fish convey. The message of death, but the poet is obsessed with the black breath of death like a man possessed. But reality seems to be full of crises, traps, and nightmares that cannot be escaped. All those who love him have become his enemies overnight: "I give you the knife/you who killed me/hide its thorn like a flower." ----------Carve some more patterns, carve some more patterns/keep waiting/the murderer/love/bring the bright death.
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