Cold smoke/literature
Paul verlaine (1844- 1896), a French poet, is the "king of poets" in French symbolism poetry. As far as the art of poetry is concerned, Wei Erlun is a poet who rebelled against tradition. Wei Erlun studied law in his early years, but later he gave up law and engaged in literary research. He was in close contact with Barnabas poets and subjectively followed Barnabas. He first entered the poetic world as a Barnabas poet, but his poetic style, style and temperament were completely different from Barnabas from the beginning. Later, in September of 187 1, he met Rambo (1854- 189 1). After that, the two of them wandered in Belgium and England together, which led Wei Erlun to write Silent Romance.
Wei Erlun is really a sad poet. In the first book of poetry published by 1866, he named his poetry collection "Melancholy Poetry", and since then, melancholy has run through the whole process of his life writing. Wei Erlun often blends his inner feelings into natural scenes. In his view, nature is like a strange dream, which makes him indulge in the harmony between nature and human nature. Wei Erlun once said in a letter to a friend, "My poems are becoming more and more modern." Many of Wei Erlun's works, especially some excellent works, have no obscure meaning, but are clear, light, fresh, natural, smooth and soothing. Although most of his works are sad, they are not decadent.
1867, Wei Erlun was introduced by a friend to the poet Motel de Fulville and fell in love with their daughter Mathilde. They were officially engaged on 1869. In Wei Erlun's mind, Miss Mathilde is even as flawless as the white jade in his mind. He loved her deeply and wrote many beautiful poems for her. As described by Green, "There is still my heart here, it just beats for you", "Please see my gentle obedience with your beautiful eyes".
Wei Erlun and Rambo are closely related, and they are both leading figures in symbolic poetry. However, after the relationship between Wei Erlun and his beloved wife deteriorated on 1874, he was drunk and injured Rambo with a pistol, and was sentenced to two years in prison. After a series of blows, his poetic style fell into uncontrollable pain. He said in "Crying in My Heart ...": "What kind of worry should my heart cry, get wet in the street and sneak into my heart?" "I'm crying in my heart ..." is selected from the third poem "A forgotten little aria" in the poet "Silent Romance". From the title of the poem and the title of the article, we can see that the poet is a poet who emphasizes the musicality of poetry. He used the beauty of music to cover up his great pain and helplessness. He combines the musicality of poetry with the pulsating emotion in poetry, and returns intricately, perfectly integrating the emotion, scenery and sound of poetry.
After the death of the great poet King Lear 1894, Wei Erlun was promoted to the throne of "the poet king" by a French poet at the age of fifty. After Baudelaire, Wei Erlun, together with Rambo and Malamei, pushed the French poetry art to a peak.
In the art of poetry, Wei Erlun won a high reputation on the French poetry stage for his rebellious poetic style, sadness and non-sadness. His poems leave a huge space for readers to think with great inter-line art, so that you can not only chew his poetry art, but also attract readers' hearts through various emotions that are difficult to explain between the lines. In Wei Erlun's ethereal artistic space, which is full of aesthetic feeling and profound thoughts, readers can grasp the subtle poetry, thus establishing an intimate and indescribable spiritual connection between readers and Wei Erlun.
Selected poems of Wei Erlun.
Liang Yi:
Three years later.
Push open the small, rotten door,
I walked alone in the garden.
The sunshine in the morning is sweet and bright.
Dewdrops sparkle and moisten the flowers.
Everything is the same as before, as if time had stopped:
Vine-wrapped scaffolding and familiar
Rattan chair ... the fountain is still whispering,
The voice of the old poplar is still sad.
Roses tremble as if in the past; seem
Once upon a time, the arrogant lily swayed in the wind;
I know every lark that comes and goes.
Even the broken statue of Willeda *
Still at the end of the aisle, thin
Figure, in the fragrance of mignonette.
Moonlight Sonata
Your soul is a psychedelic landscape.
Yi You, who is dressed at a point, parades.
They will eventually play the piano and dance.
Colorful clothes can't hide the longing heart.
Although they also sing and praise in a low voice.
A victorious love and a happy life,
I can't believe their good dreams,
Their songs are scattered in the moonlight-
Scattered in the hazy and beautiful moonlight,
In the dreams of birds lingering in the trees,
Build the fountain in the depths of the white stone cluster.
Throw a happy throat.
The white moon
The white moon
According to the forest,
Fallen leaves
Speak softly,
Acoustic cleaning:
Oh, my love!
Bright blue,
Clean glass,
Microwave flicker,
Liu Ying Yiyi-
The wind sighing:
It's time to dream.
Endless silence
Gentle and kind,
Hong Ying.
Hanging in the sky
Five colors reflect light. ...
Happy Guang Chen!
Anonymous translation:
Tears flow in my heart.
Tears flow in my heart, just like the autumn rain in the city.
A nameless sadness pervades my heart.
Noisy and gentle rain, whispering on the ground and tiles!
Ah, the rain that sings softly for the melancholy heart!
Tears flow irrationally, and this heart is tired itself.
How come? No one is ungrateful? This kind of sadness is unreasonable.
This is the worst pain when the cause is unknown.
No love, no hate,
My heart is so painful!
Lingshi translation:
realize
On the roof tiles, on one side of the sky,
How blue and quiet it is!
On the tile of the roof, there is a palm.
The branches and leaves tremble.
Under the sky, a big clock
Ring sweetly.
In a palm tree, a bird
Sing sadly.
Lord, this is life.
Simple and quiet,
Quiet voice
From the city.
-you ah, why are you here?
Tears streaming down her face?
Say, what is your youth?
Why throw it for nothing?
serenade
Like a dead man in a grave.
Singing a silent song,
Dear, please listen to my hoarse voice.
Climb to your place.
Please open your soul and ears to meet.
Music of mandolin:
This song is written for you, for you.
Cruel and infatuated.
I sing about your eyes, clear and pure.
Such as agate gold,
Your arms are like forgetfulness and black hair.
As if the Styx is deep.
Like a dead man in a grave.
Singing a silent song,
Dear, please listen to my hoarse voice.
Climb to your place.
Of course, I also want to sincerely praise it.
My beloved body,
Its rich aroma always reminds me.
On a sleepless night.
At the end of the song, I also want to describe
Your lips, your kisses,
They destroyed me, but they intoxicated me.
Angel! Enemy!
Please open your soul and ears to meet.
Music of mandolin:
This song is written for you, for you.
Cruel and infatuated.
Qiu Ge
Qiurili
logged
violin
Monotonous
melancholy
Comfort my heart.
When the bell rings
I'm suffocating
shock
black past
old days
I cried.
Trance room
Gale roll
I flew away.
far and near
Like a piece
Dead leaves.
Familiar dream
I often have this dream, which is strange and sad:
A strange woman, I love her, she
Love me, too, every time she changes vaguely,
But it's vague. She loves me and understands me.
She understands me. My heart belongs only to her.
Transparency, all repression temporarily escape;
Only her, only her crying,
It can soothe my cold pale forehead.
Is her hair dark brown, blonde or lux?
I don't know her name? Sweet, beautiful,
For example, the names of relatives who have disappeared from life.
Her gaze, like a statue,
Her voice, distant, calm, cold,
Just like your lover's voice in nothingness.