Rambo has about 65,438+040 existing poems, mainly composed between 65,438+06 and 65,438+09. The influence of panas School can be seen in Rambo's early poems, and symbolism has been strengthened in his later poems. The main poetry collections are Season of Hell and Epiphany. Version 1
1.
Snow-white Ophelia is like a holy lily,
Drifting on the calm and gloomy waves that make the stars dream,
Drift away slowly, wrapped in long gauze and sleeping. ...
She heard the hunter's horn echoing in the distant Woods.
For more than a thousand years, the sad Ophelia plainclothes has been a ghost.
Drift away from this long and sad river.
For more than 1000 years, her gentle and passionate love.
Facing the evening breeze, quietly singing her romance.
The evening breeze kissed her chest and blew away her soft gauze.
The corolla-like veil flutters slowly with the waves;
The trembling willow threw herself on her shoulder and shed tears.
Reed frequently bows to her thoughtful and noble face.
The scarred water lily sighed beside her;
She occasionally wakes up from a sleeping Mukai.
A bird's nest, only heard a slight flapping sound from the nest;
A mysterious song falls from the golden star.
2.
Ah, pale Mr. Filja! You are as beautiful as snow!
You really disappeared, girl, and you were swept away by the river!
This is the wind from the Norwegian peak.
Talk to you softly about tenacious freedom;
It is a breeze that blows your thick long hair.
Make strange noises to your brooding soul;
It comes from the groans of trees and the sighs of the night.
Your heart listens to the songs of nature;
This is the roar of the crazy sea, endless hoarse gasps,
Tear up your girl's heart that is too kind and gentle;
One morning in April, there was a poor madman and a handsome madman.
And the pale knight, sit at your feet and keep quiet!
Oh, my god Love! Freedom! Poor crazy girl, what a beautiful dream!
You hide in a dream, like snow in a fire;
Your serious eyes suppressed your crying,
-Terrible infinite prejudice makes your blue eyes show fear!
3.
-The poet said: By the shining of the stars,
You always come to look for the flowers you picked at night;
Once, he saw a lily falling from the waves.
Ophelia, wrapped in a long veil and asleep, floated by.
Version 2
Ophelia
On the dark and silent waves, there are sleeping stars,
White Mr. filia is like a big lily;
Fluttering in the wind, she fluttered slowly with a long scarf on her pillow. ...
The hunter's horn came from the distant forest.
A thousand years have passed, since the sad Mr. Fiya,
The white ghost drifted on the dark river;
A thousand years passed, because she was gentle and crazy.
Humming old songs in the night wind.
The breeze gently brushed her chest and bloomed.
Her long scarf was soaked by the river;
Willow branches trembled and cried on her shoulders.
The reed bent gently on her dreamy forehead.
The drooping water lilies sigh around,
Between the sleeping alders, she wakes up occasionally;
A bird shivered in its nest,
Mysterious songs fall from the golden stars.
Oh, pale Mr. Fiya, as beautiful as snow!
Yes, son, you have been buried in the raging river!
Because of the wind blowing from the mountains of Norway,
I confided in you the freedom of pain;
Because the breeze messed up your hair,
Make strange noises in your mental dreams;
In the groans of the trees and the sighs of the night,
Your heart has heard the songs of nature.
Because of the smell of the wild sea,
Tear the heart of your weak child;
Because one morning in April, a handsome and pale knight,
Sitting on your knee in silence, that poor madman!
Oh, my god Love! Freedom! Oh, what a dream it is, poor infatuation!
He melts to you as snow melts into water;
Great dreams kill your language,
-and the terrible infinity makes your eyes panic.
-the poet said, you are under the starlight of a long night.
Look for the flowers you picked;
Said he had seen it on the water, and there was a long scarf on the pillow.
White Filja fluttered in the wind like a big lily.