Eliot and Haizi are completely different. His "Death Funeral" is simply a novel with a strong leap, with only a few poetic sentences interspersed in the middle, and his feelings are stable. He finds the dull story consciousness and feeling from the narrative and supports the poetic framework. Instantly dig out the "true poem" that we have always wanted to express but can't express-this "true poem" is based on our extremely complicated and cold experience of human nature and the world in the past.
After World War I, the whole western society showed two distinct characteristics, namely, the loss of faith and the cross-flow of material desires, which was exactly what Eliot criticized in The Waste Land. The belief emphasized by the poet refers to the rational spirit that has ruled the whole western spiritual world since modern times.
What is the sense of desolation brought by the loss of rational spirit and the desire society? Please look at these three poems arranged for you by philosophical poetry and painting.
Virginia 1
Red river, red river,
The slowly flowing heat is silent,
No will can be as calm as a river.
Have you only heard of the heat once?
The graceful movements of mockingbirds? Quiet mountains
Waiting. The gate is waiting. Purple trees,
Bai Shu, wait, wait,
Delay, decline. Alive, alive,
Never exercise. Forever moving
Iron thoughts accompany me.
Disappear with me again:
Red river, red river, red river.
As the last descendant of Dante in the 20th century, T.S. Eliot initiated a new generation of western poetic style. The language fragments, images, allusions, archetypes, religions, cultures and other poetic metaphors in his poems form an organic whole with the real world, which perfectly connects "tradition" with "initial experience", thus constructing a powerful world composed of cognition and choice.
In this poem, the poet makes full use of images, language fragments and soul experiences to express complex inner activities.
2. "The last time I saw tears in my eyes."
The last time I saw eyes full of tears.
Cross the dividing line
Here, in the dream kingdom of death
The golden illusion reappeared.
I see eyes, but I don't see tears.
This is my pain.
Eyes I'll never see again
Eyes full of determination
Except at the door of another kingdom of death
Eyes I'll never see again
There, just like here.
The vitality of the eyes is longer.
Longer than tears.
Eyes are laughing at us.
Symbolism was born in the middle of19th century, and many intellectuals began to feel disappointed, suspicious and negative about the traditional rule, which greatly impacted the traditional rational and moral concepts. In this context, the birth of symbolism literature embodies this social mentality and the psychological characteristics of writers. Thomas eliot is the most influential poet in Britain in the 20th century. There are many reflections on the social form under class rule in his works.
Third,' Waste Land' excerpts
First, the funeral of the deceased.
April is the cruelest month, on the wasteland.
With lilacs, put memories and desires
Join us and let the spring rain
Urge those slow roots and buds.
Winter keeps us warm, Earth.
Snow forgotten because of helping others, also known as
Dry bulbs provide a little life.
Summer comes unexpectedly, when it rains.
Came to Stanbukisi; We hid under the colonnade,
When the sun comes out and enters Hoff Garden,
Chatting for an hour over coffee.
I'm not Russian, I'm from Lithuania and I'm German.
Besides, when we were young, we lived with the Grand Duke.
My cousin's house, he took me sledding,
I feel terrible. He said, Mary,
Mary, hold on tight. We'll rush down.
On the mountain, you feel free.
I read books most nights and go to the south in winter.
What root are you grasping and pulling?
Growing out of this pile of stones? Son of man,
You can't say or guess, because you only know.
A bunch of tattered idols, whipped by the sun.
Dead trees have no shade. The sound of crickets is not reassuring,
There is no running water between the charred stones. have only
There is a shadow under this red stone.
Please walk into the shadow under this red stone.
I want to show you something that doesn't look like.
The shadow of your getting up early is behind you;
Unlike at night, I stand up to meet you;
I want you to know that fear is in a handful of dust.
The wind is blowing briskly,
Blow me home,
Irish children,
Where do you live?
"A year ago, you gave me hyacinthus orientalis first;
They call me the girl of hyacinthus orientalis ",
-But when we came back, it was too late, from hyacinthus orientalis's garden.
Your arms are full and your hair is wet. I can't say.
Words are invisible to the eyes, and neither am I.
Alive, not dead, I know nothing,
Looking at the center of light, there was silence.
Desolate and empty is the sea.
Martin Solo Trelease, a famous physiognomist,
I have a bad cold, but I still have it.
The most famous and intelligent woman in Europa,
An evil deck of cards, here it is, she said.
It's one of yours, the drowned Phoenician sailor,
These pearls are his eyes. Look! )
This is Belodona, the hostess of the rock.
A resourceful woman.
This man is holding three sticks. This is a wheel.
This is the one-eyed businessman on this card.
There is nothing on his back.
I'm not allowed to watch it. I didn't find it.
A hanged person. Fear of dying in the water.
I saw crowds of people in circles.
Thank you. When you see dear Mrs. Aguirre,
Just say that I personally brought her the map of the heavenly palace,
Now people must be careful.
Without a tangible city,
Under the yellow fog at dawn in winter,
A group of people filed across London Bridge, and the number was very large.
I didn't expect death to destroy so many people.
Sigh, short and rare, spit it out,
Everyone's eyes are on their feet.
Up the hill, along King William Street,
Until the church of St. Mary Vuornos, where the bell rang.
Knock the last ninth time, with a gloomy voice.
There, I saw an acquaintance, stopped him and shouted, "Stejan!" " "
You're with me on Miley's boat!
The body you planted in the garden last year,
Is it sprouting? Will it bloom this year?
Or did you suddenly smash its flower bed with frost?
Tell this Xiong Xing to go away, it's a friend of the people,
Otherwise, it will dig it up again with its claws!
You! Pseudoreaders! -My own kind.-My brother!
The degeneration of reason and the loss of faith are common themes in modernist literature. In The Waste Land, Eliot mainly criticizes, lashes, warns and exhorts the "modern wasters" who live in the "spiritual waste land" and have no faith.
The purpose of the author's quoting this allusion is to warn modern people that in a wasteland-like modern society, the only belief in God has been broken, but the new belief has not yet been established. So the wilderness people can only "endure the whipping of the sun, and the dead trees have no shade." The sound of crickets makes people uneasy, and there is no sound of running water among the burnt stones. "
In Eliot's view, the lack of faith leads to modern people's unrestrained indulgence in life, leading them to death step by step, leading to nothingness and meaningless life. Death in The Waste Land refers more to "spiritual death", that is, the body is still alive, the spirit is dead, and God is dead. It is those wasteland people who lose faith, abandon reason and indulge in loveless sex that make the spiritual world empty and social civilization decline, and modern society is like a wasteland.