Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867) is a famous French poet and literary critic. His masterpiece Flowers of Evil contains 157 poems, which are divided into six groups. The poet fully expressed his pain, despair, melancholy, confusion and regret, reflecting the ideological confusion and spiritual crisis of some intellectuals after the failure of the French bourgeois democratic revolution. His poems have both romantic subjective feelings and realistic objective reflections. The perfect form of these poems is in sharp contrast with the pessimism and depression of the content. His artistic theory and creation made him a pioneer of symbolism.
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Feeling *
Nature is a temple with living pillars.
Make some vague sounds from time to time;
Pedestrians pass by, through symbolic forests,
The forest looked at people with kind eyes.
As if there were some long echoes coming from a distance,
Blend with each other into a hidden and profound unity,
As boundless as night, as boundless as light,
Aroma, color and sound all influence each other.
Some are as fresh as children's skin.
Soft as oboe, green as pasture, green as pasture.
Others, decadent, rich and complacent,
With the power of unlimited expansion,
Like amber, musk, benzoin and frankincense,
Singing spirit and sensual fanaticism.
Translated by Qian Chunkun
* This poem was directly published in the first edition of Flowers of Evil and was written around 1845, or about 1855. The concept of "induction" expresses Baudelaire's aesthetic thought and is an important theoretical basis of symbolism. Bo often discusses this theme repeatedly, see Romantic Art: Wagner and Tonhauser and Expo 1855. In Salon in 1846, Bo quoted a passage from Clariana by E.T.A Hoffman: "I found some similarity and some secret combination between color, sound and fragrance ..." Some critics found something that resonated with Poe's poems in the first part, such as Poe's Al Aaraaf.
Everything is natural, and everything is ideal.
Fantasy wings beat out a vague sound.
Comparing nature to a temple is a common metaphor in French literature.
② Sense of smell and touch synaesthesia.
③ Smell and hearing escape.
④ Olfactory deafness and visual synaesthesia.
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Yang Tai
The mother I remember, the lover of my lover,
You won all my happiness! All aspects!
Please remember the beauty and gentleness of those caresses,
The comfort of the fireside, the charm of dusk,
The mother I remember, the lover among lovers!
Those nights illuminated by burning coal,
On the evening of the balcony shrouded in rose mist,
How warm your breasts are! How warm your heart is!
We often have some unforgettable conversations,
Those nights illuminated by burning coal.
How beautiful the sunset is on a warm night!
How deep the universe is! How strong love is!
Dearest queen, when I bend over to you,
I seem to smell the scent of your blood.
How beautiful the sunset is on a warm night!
The night is like a wall with thick curtains.
My eyes spy on yours in the dark,
I drink your breath, oh, sweet, oh, toxin.
Your feet are sleeping in my kind hands.
The night drew thick curtains like a wall.
I have a clever way to call back that happy moment.
Bury myself in my knees and relive my past.
Because, where can I find your lazy beauty,
Except your heart and your lovely charming body?
I have a clever way to call back that happy moment.
Those endless kisses, those vows, those smells,
Will you come back from that abyss,
Like the sunshine after bathing from the depths of the sea.
Restore its youth and ascend to the sky again?
Oh, endless kisses! Oh, swear! Oh, the smell!
Translated by Qian Chunkun
* This poem was directly published in the first edition of Flowers of Evil, and it is the most beautiful one among female poems. The fifth line of each section is repeated with the first line. It is a format that poets are best at, and the female in the poem is Jenny Duval. The poet separated from her for a period of time, pretending that this poem is nostalgic for the old feelings, and at the same time combining the present to express hope for the future.
Goethe's ballad The Fisherman: "Don't you see that both the sun and the moon love to be immersed in the sea? Aren't their faces more beautiful after taking a shower? "
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Exogenous fragrance
One sultry autumn night, I closed my eyes,
Breathing the fragrance of your hot breasts,
I see the coast of happiness stretching far away,
The monotonous sunshine dazzled it;
A lazy island, dedicated by nature.
Strange trees, delicious fruits,
A man with a slender figure and strong limbs,
There is also a woman with surprisingly honest eyes.
Be taken to a charming place by your fragrance,
I saw a harbor full of sails and masts.
Still bumping in the waves,
At the same time, the smell of green tamarind—
Floating in the air, filling my nostrils,
In my heart, into the sailor's song.
Translated by Guo Hongan
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Graph method
Oh, thick hair curls up to the neck!
Oh, curly hair, oh, full of lazy fragrance!
Ecstasy! In order to make the dark bedroom tonight
Let the memory that sleeps in your hair fly,
I waved it in the air like a handkerchief.
Lazy Asia, hot Africa,
A distant world, disappearing, almost dying,
This fragrant forest lives in your depths!
Just like other people's souls floating in music,
Love! My spirit is rippling in the fragrance.
I will go there, where the trees and people are full of vitality.
Are obsessed with the hot sun for a long time;
Thick braid, please be my wave peak!
Ebony sea, you embrace dazzling dreams,
There are sails, rowers, masts and colorful flags;
Noisy harbor, my soul.
Swallow incense, color and sound;
Ships sail in golden and shiny silk,
Open their huge arms and kiss.
Trembling heat, the brightness of the clear sky.
I'm going to put my drunken head,
Buried in the sea, black sea and sea,
My subtle spirit, the caress of the boat,
Will find you again, oh, rich burnout!
The endless swaying of the aroma!
Blue hair, dome at night
You created a round and wide sky for me,
On the shore of your hair, the fluff is good,
I was intoxicated by this mixed aroma,
They come from coconut oil, tar and musk.
Dragon! Forever! Your hair is thick and dense,
My hands sow rubies and pearls,
Let you never refuse my desire!
Are you an oasis that fascinates me?
Let me gulp down that bottle of memory wine?
Translated by Guo Hongan
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Yellow and light harmony
The time has come, the flowers are trembling on the branches,
Every flower is like a censer, emitting fragrance;
There is sound and fragrance in the evening breeze;
Melancholy waltz, lazy dizziness!
Every flower is like a censer, emitting fragrance;
The violin is faint like a broken heart;
Melancholy waltz, lazy dizziness!
The sky is sad and beautiful, like a big altar.
The violin is faint like a broken heart;
Gentle heart, hate wide black death!
The sky is sad and beautiful, like a big altar.
The sun sinks into its own coagulated blood.
Gentle heart, hate wide black death!
Contains all traces of the glorious past!
The sun sinks into its own coagulated blood.
Thinking of you is like seeing the Eucharist shining!
Translated by Guo Hongan
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Qiu Ge
one
Soon we will fall into the cold darkness;
Farewell, short summer sunshine!
I heard it, and I was shocked,
Dead wood hit the steps of the yard hard.
Will meet me all winter; Resentment,
Anger, trembling, terror, punishment and hard work;
It's like being in an ice house in the North Pole on a cold day.
My heart is just cold red jelly.
I listened with trembling as every stump fell;
The echo of the scaffolding in the building couldn't be more dumb.
My mind is like a collapsed tower,
Under the heavy and urgent impact of the collision angle.
I heard it, shaken by the monotonous impact,
It seems that someone is reluctantly nailing the coffin.
For who? -Yesterday was summer; Autumn is coming again!
This mysterious voice is like an urgent reminder.
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I love the beauty in your eyes, lover,
But today I feel sad about everything,
No matter your boudoir, your love and the furnace temperature.
Not as golden as the sun in Shanghai.
However, still love me, gentle heart!
Like a mother, even for rebellious or bad people;
Please give it to me, lover or sister, that sunset glow.
Or the moment of tenderness in brilliant autumn.
But for a moment! The grave is waiting! How greedy!
Alas! Let me, put my forehead on your lap,
I regret the brightness of hot summer,
Savor the soft yellow light in late autumn!
Liang yi
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Gaoxiang Ju Yuan
Fly over ponds, canyons, mountains,
Fly over the forest, fly over the clouds, fly over the sea,
Fly out of the sun, fly out of the sky,
On the edge of the starry sky,
My soul, your actions are light and powerful,
It's like playing in the waves,
You are working happily on the deep and vast land,
With indescribable heroic pleasure.
Stay away from pathogenic corruption,
Ascend to the sky and purify you,
It's like sipping pure and sacred wine pulp
Sip the bright flame that fills the clear sky.
Behind boredom and great sadness,
They live in a fog,
He who has strong wings is happy,
He can fly to the bright and quiet countryside;
His mind is like a lark,
Free to rush to the sky in the morning,
-soaring above life, easy to understand.
The language of flowers and silent things.
Translated by Guo Hongan
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Man and the ocean
Free man, you will always love the sea!
The sea is your mirror, you are in endless waves.
Run to infinity, look at your soul,
Your spirit is an equally painful abyss,
You like to immerse yourself in your own image;
You embrace it with your eyes, your arms and your heart.
In the face of this rude, wild and unruly moan,
Sometimes you can make your own commotion.
You are gloomy and cautious;
Man, no one has explored the bottom of your abyss;
O sea, no one knows your hidden wealth,
How careful you are to keep a secret!
However, I don't know how many centuries have passed.
You don't pity, you don't regret, you strive for strength,
You like killing and death so much,
Ah, eternal fighters, ah, heartless brothers!
Translated by Guo Hongan
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Sonnets in autumn
Your clear eyes asked me:
"Strange friend, what value am I to you?"
-be happy, don't be silent! Except for the ancient beasts.
So simple, my heart is angry with everything,
Unwilling to reveal its terrible secret to you.
And dark anecdotes written in flames,
The woman who rocked my cradle to put me to sleep.
I hate enthusiasm, my spirit makes me miserable!
Let's fall in love, little love god Cupid.
Hidden in the pillar, with the bow and arrow of fate.
I know the weapons in his ancient arsenal:
Sin, terror and madness! Oh, pale daisy,
Don't you and I both like the autumn sun?
Oh, such a white and cold Margaret!