Sully Prudhomme (1839～1907), French poet. His main works include the collection of poems "Destiny", the essays "The Testament of Poetry", "Loneliness and Thought", etc.
Winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1901
Winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1901 for his work "Loneliness and Contemplation"
The first person to win the Nobel Prize for Literature "Poet Laureate"
Reason for the award: "It is a demonstration of noble ideals, perfect art and rare soul and wisdom."
1. "Broken Vase"
The verbena died in the vase,
The vase hit the fan and cracked secretly,
With just a slight touch of the fan, cracks were formed silently.
However, although the damage to the vase was minor,
the cracks eroded the crystal every day,
the process was invisible but certain,
a circle of cracks Unconsciously it has formed.
Drops of clear water seeped out of the bottle,
The juice of the flowers was completely consumed,
No one noticed, no one moved,
It's broken, don't touch it. < /p>
The flower of love withered.
Still intact, in the eyes of the world,
Xin'er feels the wound is expanding and painful,
The wound is thin and deep, and Xin'er keeps crying,
It's broken, don't touch it.
2. Milky Way
One night, I asked the stars:
Are you happy? When you are shining in the infinite darkness,
hiding the vast pain under the small tenderness,
are you really happy?
Why do I seem to see a white funeral procession in the sky,
Many solemn women, many sad footsteps,
On the black streets Moving forward slowly,
Holding thousands of pale candles?
Are your prayers without beginning or end?
Are you all injured stars?
I see your light and shadow are crystal clear
Is that just your tearful eyes?
But what reason do you have to be sad?
You are more eternal than the gods, so lofty that you are not stained by the world?
However, the stars answered me:
We are alone.
They say: When you see a starry night, the stars are as close as your breath.
But you don’t know that our sight of each other is actually hundreds of millions of light years away.
The passion and kindness of each star,
No sister can truly see it.
Do you understand that the pale and flickering little dots of light in your eyes
are all blazing flames consumed in the indifferent space?
So I answered the stars:
I understand, as I understand the human soul:
As I understand the pain that is so far away,
Understand the infinite alienation of the heart in a crowded crowd.
And you and me, like two seemingly adjacent stars,
burn up alone in eternal loneliness.
3. Destiny
How wonderful it would be if I could experience love through a pair of uglier eyes!
Then I can no longer endure this long time in the world
The only remaining worry that cannot be eliminated with an axe,
No matter how far it is, It is also vivid in my memory.
Alas! How could I blow out these pale blue eyes like a candle?
It shines brightly in my lonely heart,
Even if I wear the gloomy black curtain in the tomb, I can still spend a night peacefully.
I would rather be like you,
The first thing I fall in love with is someone’s character, not this terrifying brilliance!
This beauty is beyond desire and beyond mental strength!
I could love as I pleased
But once my lover is chosen, she is like my sister and cannot be replaced.
4. Stars·Eyes
Either green or black, these eyes are so beautiful that it makes people lovable
These eyes see the morning light sleeping in the dark night
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But the sun will still rise
The night is softer than the daylight
It confuses countless pairs of eyes;
The stars keep twinkling< /p>
The shadows cover the eyes
Ah! Sooner or later they will disappear
No, no, not
They take turns spinning,
heading towards the place where no one can see
Like the low-hanging stars
After leaving us, they never leave the night sky
The pupils sometimes sink,
But it has nothing to do with death
< p> Either green or black, these eyes are so adorableThey open to the boundless morning light
On the other side of the night
The eyes are closed Can also be seen.
5. Swan
The deep and quiet green lake is as smooth as a mirror,
The swan glides in the water with giant webs,
silently No interest. The down on its flanks
is like spring snow melting in the sun;
But its giant wings tremble in the breeze,
firm and white, like a ship Slow boat.
The beautiful neck looks down at the reeds,
Suddenly it stretches long and dives into the lake,
Sometimes it curves gracefully, like a plant,
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It hides its black beak in its dazzling neck.
Sometimes it meanders slowly,
along the dark and quiet pine forest,
thick hair of waterweed trailing behind it ,
It paddled the water slowly and leisurely.
The fountain weeps for the years that will never return,
The poet listens to the inner cave, which excites it;
It swims lazily , a willow leaf brushed silently against its plain shoulder.
Sometimes, far away from the dark grove,
gracefully swims out from the deep shore,
To celebrate the victory it admires The white color
selects the water reflected by the sun.
And then, when the water and its shores are dim,
when everything becomes a vague ghost,
when the irises and rushes are motionless,
The clear cry of the tree frog resounds across the sky,
When a long red light dyes the sky red,
The oriole shines in the moonlight,
This bird reflects the milky white and purple red,
The beautiful night in the gray lake,
Like a silver vase among diamonds
The wings cover the head, sleeping in the double sky.