Modern poetry pays attention to free grammar, can start from daily small things, can start from historical allusions, can also follow their own emotions or consciousness to let poetry flow at will, if Chinese classical poetry is a soft classical music, then modern poetry is free and free dynamic music, the two have their own advantages, can not be compared horizontally.
Today I bring you three poems to read together.
1, "Lamentations of the Traveler who Loves the Stack"
Author/Günter Glass
Abandon the sights overlooking the alpine summit
Already feel relaxed forever.
Nepal has never tempted me, Neuschwanstein Castle
It was just a nightmare for me.
I used to be a sandpiper, with the kids,
Bend over, step by step.
Hey, I'm lost in Portugal, you
The southwest coast worries me.
Can no longer smoke a pipe with The Drowsiness of Europe,
Looking out over the Moroccan desert.
Can only travel on the map with your fingers,
No passport and no luggage.
Autumn-like pain, because in the distance of the alder bush
Red Riding Hood Mushroom stands tall.
Giving up is sad and light on someone,
For others, it is an unforgettable lament.
Günter Grasse was born in Danzig in 1927. His father was a German businessman and his mother was Polish. In 1944, grass, who was not yet an adult, was conscripted into the army. He was hospitalized in 1945. At the end of the war, he fell into an American prisoner-of-war camp. After the war, he worked in various occupations, first as an agricultural worker, studied stone carving and plastic arts, and later became a professional writer, sculptor and printmaker. He was a member of the "47" Society, supported the Social Democratic Party politically, and advocated reform. When the Social Democratic Party came to power in 1970, he was actively involved in supporting Brandt's campaign. His political attitude and excessive pornography in his works have attracted much criticism at home and abroad. Grass died in Germany on 13 April 2015 at the age of 87.
2. Aligar
Author / Arvind Krishna Merotra
At the train station I asked someone
Is there a ride to get to where you live.
I was told there was indeed a ride but it was out of the station,
The same goes for the second and third days.
In the shadows of the trees, it was as if there were people
Painted with a touch of green, early morning oil paint
Still not drying out, a magpie duck is on the way
Tune its instruments. You hear it in your garden,
I heard it in my garden. At night, like a child who cries at night,
Although the old bones are tired, desire makes it difficult for us to fall asleep.
Put the crying child to sleep, me
Try this too, let's forget
That train station. Parking is difficult there,
Trains never leave on time.
Arvind Krishna Merrotra was born in Pakistan in 1947 and now lives in India. The title "Aligar" is a city in northern India with a total population of 120,000, belonging to small and medium-sized cities, most likely with an unreliable railway station.
Day after day, looking for ways to meet your lover. But if he had the time and determination, why would he miss the train again and again? Is there no other means of transport to get there? All this seems to be explained only by "fate". Even if it's true to miss the train again and again, is it true that there are the same kind of birds singing at the same time in the gardens of both places? This is reminiscent of Li Qingzhao's poem "Flowers float freely and water flows, a kind of lovesickness, two places of idleness": the expression of oriental emotions, spanning thousands of years, has a sharp heart.
However, the verse in the poem, "In the night, like a child with night crying, although the old bones are tired, but the desire makes it difficult for us to sleep" bursts out at the end, like a modern awl in the classical bag. "Desire" breaks the freehand "acacia", produces a more frank sense of reality, and also adds a little gray to the moral color of the whole poem. This may not seem to be the "classical love" that most religions recognize, but the direct confronting of desire on both sides has at least a sense of honesty, better than hypocrisy and deceit; desire makes man vulnerable, and vulnerability is the essential difference between man and machine; even if there is sin in this desire, this sin is innate to man.
Desire is like a child crying at night, making it difficult for us to sleep. Even so, don't extinguish it, because it's better to sleep through the night than to sleep forever.
3, "April and Silence"
Author/Thomas Tronström
Spring lies barrenly.
Black velvet trenches
Crawl past me
Doesn't reflect anything.
All shining
It's yellow flowers everywhere.
I was carried in my shadow
Like a violin
In its black box.
All I want to say
Flashing outside of arrival
Like silver
In the pawnshop.