This year is the rainy season.
It's like climate change in my heart:
Without warmth, there is no light.
Who first saw my lonely tears?
Wipe it off for me with warm hands?
Stole the pride of my 19 years old,
And throw it away without care?
Oh, I wet your hand with tears,
Love is like a leaf,
Green shows the bud of patience in human neglect.
In the forgotten world, red petals open.
The red petals have shaken, and the ripe fragrance,
This is my yearning day and night,
Floating in this rainy summer,
Too much lingering, a little wet.
2. Rain [Author] (Chile) Under the heavy rain of Vicente HuiDobro, it was already dark.
house
Stop at the open sea.
In that water column
A small nest, lonely.
I hid in it.
Maybe I am a broken star.
Or a firefly
Accompanied by melodious singing
It's like a beam of light.
Open up a dark desert
Just because of my breasts.
With an ever-burning lamp
Snow white lark
Stay away for me.
Appreciating this poem "Rain" is completely different from the poem about rain that readers are used to accepting.
Huidobro once said: "There is a kind of poem, every part and whole of which shows a new creation, which is independent of the outside world and has nothing to do with any other reality except its own, because it is a strange phenomenon that has nothing to do with other phenomena and occupies a place in the world."
Rain is such an original poem.
Hui Duobao believes that all contradictions in reality can be solved by "creation", and only "creation" can produce passion.
Therefore, the poet wrote such a thing that can only exist in the poet's mind in Rain, showing us "something that I have never seen or will not see, but I really want to see".
He developed rich association and imagination through rain. From the first paragraph, he wrote the scene before the rainstorm in very common sentences: the sky was "gloomy" and "the house/berth was on the empty sea". In this depressing air, "I" is in the "water column" and hiding in the "lonely nest" to avoid the rain. The "loneliness" here not only refers to the house, but also implies the poet's mentality and state at that time.
From the third quarter, the poet turned his eyes from reality to imaginary space. In a lonely state, the poet feels that he may be a broken star or a firefly, breaking this dreary state with melodious songs. Whether it is a "broken star" or a tiny "firefly", it can at least emit a faint light to illuminate the complete darkness.
This is because the poet has an immortal belief in his heart. "I have an ever-burning lamp in my chest", just like "a beam of light has opened up a dark desert." It is precisely because of the bright heart and belief that even the beautiful "snow-white lark" has "avoided for me"
We don't know what his belief is here, but no matter what he believes, this firm belief can give people strength at any time and give people a glimmer of light and comfort in the dark.