Keywords: love, healing, ego, modern poetry
I wanted to read this book at first, but when I first saw the title of the poetry collection, I was a little curious: why milk and honey?
Ordinary things may have different meanings for ordinary you and me? Maybe the answer is in the book.
Are milk and honey rubies? Kaul's autobiographical poetry collection, in which the poems express his feelings. As for modern poetry, I used to think it was no different from prose sentences, and few people really understood it. Impressions are mostly obscure and unpredictable, just like playing hide-and-seek with poets (which is of course the reason for my lack of basic knowledge and experience), so I am not interested in reading them. I really don't understand it now. Try to read it. Reading is a pleasure in itself. When you let go of the idea of rejection, everything becomes a little different. This change is produced after reflecting on "poetry". Broadly speaking, it does not stick to time and space and rules, but reaches out to the vast universe and explores a pot of heaven inward. Poetry is all-encompassing, with songs, wind, wine and you. Most of the time, I can't understand the reason, mostly because of myself. If my knowledge base is improved or my experience is enriched, I may benefit from it and understand the profound meaning behind this poem.
When I opened this book of poems, I was surprised that it was so simple, straightforward and warm.
In the first poem at the beginning, milk and honey flowed out. Simple and ordinary question and answer, natural and sincere, after reading, sweet with a hint of bitterness. Thinking of Zhang Ailing's sentence "Because I know, I am merciful" is like a person in a cold and dark valley, always longing for the warmth of light. Whether you come or not, the thoughts in your heart have not disappeared. I still hope to be the one who can bring me light and spread warmth between the lines.
As for love, personal preference for implicit feelings seems to flow between the lines, just like Li Yuansheng's "I want to waste time with you", wasting each other's time, such as walking, such as watching fish, so that you and I can spend peace and beauty together, or emotions, such as "Twilight, there are trees in front of the window", directly expressing the most vulnerable leaves to you, and this one in the book. I have never seen the beauty of sex written in poetry, and I am not shy about it. I have to admit that I am ashamed to talk about this topic, just like when I read it, I was surprised by its directness, boldness and frankness, but it is natural and undeniable. After reading it two or three times, it's still hard to understand. Just like another poem in the collection, when a boy who lights up the whole night and is brighter than the sun is filled with joy, I can imagine that as an outsider, he has no feelings of his own, maybe only after meeting him. But these poems are beautiful to read.
Her frankness and frankness are her truthfulness. She has passionate feelings and calm reason. There are many thoughts about love in the book. After reading it again and again, the more I feel its taste is endless. We always do things that have nothing to do with love in the name of love. For example, another poem in the book mumbles, love will come eventually. It doesn't intentionally hurt people, and it never plays any tricks. Such words are heartfelt warmth.
"I heard that love is a lonely lamp in the sea, and some people say that it is a knife edge licking honey and almost cutting your tongue", just like a moth to a fire, this is a common saying. Qian Qian is absolutely in love, and Qian Qian is absolutely in love, so why stop at love? It is the most beautiful intangible thing, giving people the temperature of warm sunshine in winter, as natural and eternal as the beauty of life.
From the injured memory and the state of love to the journey of fragmentation and healing, the whole collection of poems is divided into four chapters, which is also the poet's mental journey and experience.
It is sad to read that a person's existence needs to be proved by convincing himself. If he is used to non-existent transparency, how can he stand in his position with peace of mind? I have read this collection of poems twice, and it is not easy to calm down every time. From scarring to self-healing, I am always willing to believe that hope is still there. At least you have to accompany me to the end.
I don't intend to say too much, because I don't really understand pain and rights, but I can feel the temperature conveyed by the poet from the text-kindness in human nature and beauty in this world, and I think both exist. I believe that the word "empathy" does not exist in reality. Even if it is exactly the same as your own experience, there are similarities, just like filling your taste buds through other people's glasses and reading other people's stories will remind you of your own experience. There are thousands of poems in the eyes of thousands of readers, and you will always find the one that belongs to you. The imagination of the same person will be different at different stages. You and I are both independent individuals, and the road is too long and tortuous.
What I like best is the attitude towards pain and the pursuit of self in the book.
Pain can only be broken when faced. Escape is not a solution, but maybe a test. Under pure pain, it is a sweet flower that blooms in flames and takes root in bitterness.
I heard that the best companion is a soul mate. The world is so big, hundreds of people, thousands of days. In the end, you will understand that your soul mate is yourself.
The power of words is immeasurable. When I am upset, I am used to taking a piece of paper, sitting alone in a quiet place, writing all my anguish and pain to myself in five lines and fifty lines, and then asking myself, "It has happened, what should I do?" You suffer, you cry, you give up, is it useful? What can it change? Tick-tock, time is still going, there is nothing to cross. Think about the desperate moments before, isn't it the same? All wounds can be healed, and everything will be fine. Now you have to figure out what to do next. Come on, I believe you can! "
This is what I thought when I read this poem. "You" and "I" are both me. We support and encourage each other, seek the meaning of self-existence, and strive to be better ourselves.
The past has passed, and the future will come.
Flying insects, butch, pine and cypress, grass carp ... and you and me, life itself is a miracle.
Born with good luck, I can see the clouds are light and the wind is light when I look up, and I can listen to the songs with my head down. In the embrace of nature, I am in harmony with human fireworks, flowers bloom and fall, and the seasons change. Or go home one day, pick up the wild flowers blown down by the wind in the yard, open your door, sit at a small table with your family, warm a cup of mellow milk, add a spoonful of honey, and talk about what you saw, heard and thought today while drinking. In this way, time passed slowly.
Why milk and honey? Maybe when you see these two words, the scene that comes to mind or the feeling that exists in your heart is the answer.
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