Myself, naturally,
Love day, the rising sun,
My friend wandered around happily,
My friend's arm rested lazily on my shoulder,
The hillside was dyed white with pepper in full bloom,
The same late autumn, red, yellow, light brown, purple, and deep and shallow green,
Rich arrangement of grass, animals and birds, hidden.
Untrimmed dams, wild apples, pebbles,
Beautiful and dripping fragments, one neglected fragment after another.
When I accidentally call them back or think of them,
Real poetry, (what we call poetry is just a painting,)
Poems about the secrets of the night, poems about people like me,
I always carry this invisible poem hung shyly, and all the men carry it.
To fully understand, where there are people like me who are interested in becoming adults, there are poems of our robust and potential people. )
The thought of love, the juice of love, the smell of love, the submission of love, the climber of love, the juice of climbing.
Love's arms and hands, love's lips, love's penis-like thumb, love's breasts,
Bellies that cling together because of love,
The land of pure love is the life after love.
The body I love, the body of the woman I love, the body of the man, the body of the earth,
The afternoon breeze from the southwest,
The buzzing hairy wild bee flew up and down, and it caught it.
The fully developed female flower bends its affectionate and powerful legs and presses on her.
At the mercy of your heart, stick to it firmly and trembling until you are satisfied;
The Woods were wet all morning,
Two sleeping people lie next to each other at night,
One person puts one arm under another's waist,
The smell of apples, the aroma of crushed sage, mint and birch bark,
The boy's longing, his radiant nervous expression when he confided his dream to me,
Dead leaves whirled down and fell to the ground calmly and contentedly.
Invisible spikes of scenery, people and things hurt me.
My self-centered spike stings me as much as it stings anyone,
Sensitive sphere, two brothers wrapped from below,
Only privileged explorers can know where they are,
Curious wanderers roam the whole body, fingers stop gently and move slowly, muscles shrink shyly,
Transparent liquid in young men,
That distressing erosion is so melancholy and painful,
Torture, a restless wave of impatience,
I feel this way, and so do others.
Young men and young women are getting redder and redder.
The young man who woke up in the middle of the night, his hot hands tried to suppress the impulse to dominate him.
That mysterious and passionate night, that strange and semi-popular pain, hallucinations, sweat,
Your palm is beating with a vibrating pulse, and it also surrounds all your fingers.
The hot, red, ashamed and angry young man;
The salt spilled on me by my sea lover, when I want to lie naked,
Twins crawling and playing on the grass in the sun, mother's watchful eyes,
Walnut trunk, walnut shell, mature or mature oval walnut,
The bondage of plants, birds and animals,
When I sneak around or feel dirty,
Birds and beasts never sneak around and don't feel dirty.
The great chastity of the paternal line is worthy of the great chastity of the maternal line,
I took a birth oath, my Adam-like fresh daughters,
The torture of hunger erodes my greed day and night until I am full.
Until I have a boy who can take my place when I'm finished,
Complete liberation, rest, satisfaction,
This bunch of flowers was picked from me at random,
It has finished its work-I carelessly threw it away and let it fall everywhere.
PS:
Walt whitman 18 19 was born on May 3rd19 in Long Island, new york, and died on March 26th, 892. His life experience is changeable. His father is a farmer. Whitman worked as a messenger and compositor as a child, and later as a village teacher and newspaper. He is one of the most influential poets in America, a typical humanist, writing free-style poems and songs, and most of his works are included in Leaves of Grass. Utopian socialist thought and democratic thought interested Whitman very much, and also had a great influence on his creation.
Whitman's love for every grass, tree, mountain and water in nature is unparalleled. Therefore, in his poems, he often uses delicate brushstrokes to express great feelings from small things. In the poem Instinctive Me, Whitman, through the description of nature, turned nature to human beings in an all-round way, showing people's most primitive desires and reproductive vitality. At the beginning of the poem, the poet described in detail the mating process of two bees, and then described in detail the scene of two young people expressing their love. In the social atmosphere dominated by British traditional culture at that time, the description of this natural desire was often confused with pornography and easily derogated. Judging from the natural attributes of human beings, sex is neither beautiful nor ugly, nor good or bad. This is just a natural desire and instinct to reproduce. Whitman said that sex is the foundation and life of human beings, and he affirmed human sexual desire from the perspective of democratic needs. It can be seen that Whitman's serious democracy has transcended the connotation of politics and sociology, and has the deep significance of humanistic care. In western culture, the word "nature" has the meaning of "inner nature". In this respect, Whitman wants to affirm and praise the existence of human beings as natural attributes, which is also a kind of praise to nature. With this ingenious connection, Whitman broke the imprisonment of Christian asceticism and regarded the expression and praise of human sexual desire as divinity. Its intention is to transcend all kinds of restrictions and constraints imposed by human beings to express natural and eternal themes.
Through literature, Whitman's view of sex is not only different from Wordsworth's view of Eden, but also different from David Thoreau's exploration of human spiritual home. He directly praised the beauty of each individual's desire and body. If Whitman wants to praise those natural, healthy and eternal things, it is impossible for him to avoid the most basic human needs. This is an affirmation of human nature and primitive vitality, which contains Americans' introspection of their inner self and inspires the American nation to rethink human nature.
According to Whitman, man and nature are in complete harmony. He repeatedly eulogized people who are in this natural world and have primitive nature through beautiful poems and delicate brushstrokes, just like people who are exposed on the surface like stones and branches. Therefore, he affirmed people's physiological desire, and thought it was the need of nature. He liked to describe people's body out of the natural environment and in an ancient primitive state. Whitman not only advocates the return of human physical desires, but also advocates the return of human spirit and soul. In his view, nature is not only a symbol of all life, but also a symbol of its spirit, which is believed by pantheism, and the human soul is equal to its body; Man is the combination of material existence and spirit, and the unity of soul and body.