Around 1960s, he took part in the poetry movement of panas School and became one of the representatives of the school. Panas School is composed of some high school poets who flaunt "Art for Art's sake" and is the pioneer of symbolism. The throwing poet advocates being far away from reality, being calm and objective, and restraining the direct expression of personal feelings in art.
1865, sully prudhomme's first book of poetry, Rhyme and Poetry, came out, which attracted the attention of the poetry circle. The poetry collections Loneliness (1869) and Tender Feelings in vain (1875) published since then are two representative works with strong lyrical atmosphere, which mainly show lonely mood, lovelorn mood and melancholy mood. However, two philosophical poetry collections, Justice (1878) and Happiness 12 Poems (1888), are more appreciated by the intellectuals. Poetry mainly discusses the conflict between human consciousness and modern society, which is didactic and obscure. In addition, he also has a collection of poems: Test (1866), Impression of War (1870), France (1874), Prism (1886) and The Legacy of Poetry. From 1900 to 190 1, he edited and published sully prudhomme's poems.
Sully prudhomme's poems are good at reminding people of the secrets of mental arithmetic and subtle feelings and experiences. Being good at analysis, both inspirational poems and philosophical poems have left a deep impression on readers. Because of his creative achievements, in 188 1, he was elected as an academician of the French Academy. 190 1 year, the Swedish Academy awarded him the first Nobel Prize in Literature in order to "especially commend his poems, which are lofty ideals, perfect art and rare evidence of mind and wisdom". -Excerpt from Douban's Loneliness and Meditation
Make public the ideal "broken bottle"
Compared with French perfume, Prudholm's fame and works are much less popular.
However, the serious old people in the Swedish Academy seriously awarded the first Nobel Prize to this French citizen who is similar to potatoes. His award-winning comment is: "Praise his poems, because they reveal lofty idealism, perfect artistic attainments, and the precious combination of soul and wisdom." This comment undoubtedly carved him into an indelible "idol" and stood at the entrance of the 20th century. The Broken Bottle shows the light of idealism with its unique charm.
Prudholm was the first lucky man in world literature in the 20th century. His luck came from his pursuit of idealism and perfect art./kloc-In the middle and late 9th century, the classicism and romanticism of French literature showed its weakness, but as a nutrient, Prudholm nourished him and made him thrive in the soil of "Barnabas School".
"Barnabas School" is an aestheticism school popular in French poetry circles in the middle and late19th century. The poets of this school flaunt to write "true beauty" and expound the essence in their poems.
Prudholm's early poem "Broken Bottle" showed his artistic talent in this respect incisively and vividly, and he became the backbone of Barnabas School without any doubt. Since then, he can't wait to dump more than a dozen works from his broken bottle, such as Loneliness, Impression of War, France, and Last Words of Prose and Poetry.
His works are permeated with a strong sense of doubt, sadness and endless spiritual yearning, so as to call for justice and ideals.
Idealism is literary orthodoxy in the final analysis, which conforms to the religious spirit and social moral order and can stimulate people's optimism. The formation of Prudholm's literary view is closely related to his life activities.
Prudholm 1839 was born in a wealthy family in Paris, and his father was an engineer. Prudholm was brilliant from an early age. He was admitted to the University of Paris in high school and worked as an engineer with his father. However, he always feels that this job is out of place with him. A year later, he switched to study law and became a lawyer. During this period, he began to create literature and saw the dawn of his progress like Columbus discovered the New World. Since then, he resigned as a lawyer, specializing in literary creation and theoretical research.
From his activities, it is not difficult for us to see that reality has nurtured and cultivated him. Therefore, he also used his life's energy to describe spring scenery for reality.
Prudholm's talent has brought him many gains. He not only made great achievements in poetry, but also made great progress in philosophical research. Later, he simply expressed his philosophical thoughts in the unique language of poetry. This practice made great changes in his later poetry creation, mainly manifested in clearer thinking and the integration of scientific ideas into poetry. Therefore, he was awarded the title of "Poet of Philosophy, Science and Positivism".
This is Prudholm's well-deserved Nobel Prize in Literature winner. —— Excerpted from Zheng Wanli's blog
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The first Nobel Prize in Literature winner: armand Suri-Pradom.
A [French] armand Sally-Prudholm (1839- 1907) was the first poet to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. When Sweden announced in late 190 11that Prudholm had won the Nobel Prize in Literature, there was an uproar all over the world, because although the poet had a certain name in France at that time, his name was still unfamiliar to the world. He studied natural science first, not an engineer. Later, he studied legal works and became a well-versed lawyer. Later, his interest turned to literary creation. His famous poems were published at his own expense, and were read all over France at that time.
Poetry (Ten Selected Poems), the Award-winning Major Works
eye
Beautiful blue and black eyes,
Everything is so beautiful, watching the dawn;
They sleep in the depths of the grave,
The sun is still rising in Ran Ran.
Countless pairs of eyes staring,
The night is softer than the day;
The stars shine forever,
But my eyes are full of darkness.
Oh! They got lost?
No, no, it's not.
They turned somewhere,
Go to the invisible side.
People left,
The stars are still hanging in the vast night sky;
Eyes lowered, gradually closed,
But they're not dead.
Beautiful blue and black eyes,
Everything is so beautiful, opening the endless dawn;
On the other hand,
Eyes looked out again.
swan
The lake is deep and calm as a mirror.
The swan webbed silently.
The fluff on both sides of it,
Like snow melting in the sun, like silver.
Huge ivory wings quivered in the breeze,
Going with the flow is like a slow-moving ship.
It held its beautiful long neck high,
Sometimes dive into the lake,
Sometimes the water level is low.
Bend into a curve,
As elegant as a relief pattern,
Hide the black beak under the bright neck.
It swam across the edge of the dark and quiet pine forest,
Elegant and melancholy.
Sandy's grass falls behind it,
Like a hair rippling behind you.
The poet listened to his feelings in the cave,
Spring is crying for friends lost forever.
Let the swan linger,
The willow leaves that fell quietly brushed its shoulder.
And stay away from the dark forest,
Hold your head high and sail to an open blue.
To celebrate the white color it advocates,
Choose between the bright sun.
When the shore of the lake falls into mist,
All the outlines have become gloomy ghosts.
There is only a sunset glow on the horizon,
Juncus and orchids did not shake.
Rain frogs play music in the quiet air.
A little spark sparkled in the moonlight.
So the swan fell asleep in the dark lake,
The lake reflects the light of milky white and purple night;
Like a silver lamp in a million diamonds,
It hides its head under its wings and sleeps between heaven and earth.
Broken bottle
The vase was broken by the fan,
The flowers and plants in the bottle are wilting.
This blow is just a light blow,
There was silence and no one heard.
But this little wound,
Wear the transparent crystal.
A definite destruction process,
Slowly spread to the whole vase.
Clear water slowly flows down,
The flowers in the bottle wither day by day.
No one realized this,
Don't touch it, the bottle is broken.
The lover's palm brushed his heart,
Usually it also causes pain.
So the mind will split itself,
The flower of love also gradually withered.
In the eyes of the world, the mind is as good as before,
The wound in my heart deepened and expanded.
Please let this man cry by himself,
Heartbroken. Don't touch it.
The tenderness of April
I'm afraid of April,
The sultry tenderness caused a stir,
Like me, it upsets you,
But I only sing for you.
In December, the cold wind is chilly and chilly.
The sky is gray,
My heart is not so gentle,
Seems to be more tolerant of its emptiness.
At this point, everything is bleak and melancholy.
Don't let the heart feel its sadness;
The sky is empty, the distant mountains are empty,
Only the sky is vast.
But once the blue sky appears,
The heart becomes open and stretched,
Even if the pain is infinite,
Also ushered in a blue sunny day.
The blue sky always smiles at it from a distance,
Deeply attracted it to the mortal world,
But unpredictable flight,
Bring all your needs.
This simple and quiet happiness,
From all things in the universe,
Suppress its initial sadness,
Adding the rich fragrance of roses.
In the hazy awakening,
The enthusiasm of the past burned again,
When the enthusiasm is full,
But I have tasted the pain of the past.
I'm afraid of April,
The sultry tenderness caused a stir,
Like me, it upsets you,
But I only sing for you.
dream
Dreams are only a short moment,
The happiness of accepting sexual constraints is faint and ordinary.
Dreams are like sea blue soap bubbles,
Like a child blowing a straw in his mouth.
Soap bubbles blow up and begin to expand, and the bigger they are, the thinner they are.
When the breeze blows, it will swing from side to side.
Longing for space life, it left the wheat tube,
Fly, float, fly to the sky.
It began to travel,
Committed to flying off the ground, there is no other plan.
A cigarette, a wisp of incense can stop it,
And unscathed mustard can hold it and slow it down.
It was suspended in the air just now and soon passed through the clouds.
Travel around the world along the vast space!
It came from the earth and is now in heaven.
It bounced to the first stop.
It is full of joy,
The daughter of space is far better than the spirit of space.
Whether gliding or floating, it can spy on space.
Therefore, it completely trusts its thin support.
It is a bright mirror that rolls up and down.
Everything can reflect its own moment.
Whether it's the roses around or the mountains in the distance,
The whole infinite world can be reflected in it.
The sun rises and radiates dazzling flames.
Thousands of dots are covered with golden bubbles,
Bubble neon flashes brightly,
Like a huge gem, a golden diamond.
But as long as a fly flies around it,
Or through a speck of dust in space,
It will explode and become smaller,
Wenwen, this world was once brilliant!
Dreams are only a short moment,
The happiness of accepting sexual constraints is faint and ordinary.
Dreams are like sea blue soap bubbles,
Like a child blowing a straw in his mouth.
inspiration
We write poems,
Usually according to the impression,
It suddenly awakens memories back and forth,
Presents a blurred picture.
Our dreams are dominated by fate,
Writing poetry should also obey its arrangement.
I am eager to see roses sprout and bloom.
What I saw in my illusion was a smile.
May the fragrance of roses attack my heart,
That faint fragrance makes people wake up and turn over,
Caused by some love in the past,
I shed a tear and lamented in one breath.
The gurgling water under my feet,
Carrying crystal clear water waves, causing waves,
That beautiful melody is like human music,
I recall the lamentation for it.
Let the wind blow away the dead trees and leaves,
I miss its endless journey,
Thinking that this gust of wind will take us away,
I think of our strange world tomorrow.
Let the clouds in the clear sky melt,
I want to explore the bottomless space,
I want to encourage my wings to fly in the air,
Where dreams are fleeing.
This is how my poet imitates the world.
And it can only be reflected in accidental opportunities.
Endless inspiration,
It's a pity that my poems will never be as good as mine.