In the morning, wake up with the sun, lazy and don't want to get out of bed, then turn on the bedside lamp and still read poetry.
As I said yesterday, after reading a collection of world poetry, I did not love Western literature, and I doubted my own superficiality, and I also doubted that the foreign language met the profound Chinese Chinese's understanding of the deviation in the counterpoint.
Curiosity kills cats, I am.
Haodun turned to the bookcase and found a collection of Western poetry, "The Time Book of Poetry", which I had read, but the memory was far away.
Read again, sure enough, different translations, versions are indeed different, look at the Internet, only "When You Are Old" has seven versions.
In the Book of Poetic Time, there are not only poems, but also the background of why poems can be written.
I can't imagine that "Wild Rose" is actually known as the three masters of world mystery literature, the British detective novelist Agatha. Christie's work, she wrote the famous "Murder on the Orient Express" such as 86 novels, in which hundreds of people were murdered.
The poet and the detective novelist are the same body, which is really incredible, and it comes from fate: no matter how top the mind is, there is also a void territory, that is love.
In fate, Agatha's love was betrayed, and many years later, her husband's secret past was in vain, while the ideal love designed by Agatha resided between black and white words, eternal like a star in the sky.
Agatha wrote a novel as the only protest in her life.
As for whether I can fall in love with Western poetry again, I came here to share it after I tried to re-read "The Time Book of Poetry", and I only gave Western poetry one last chance to pass by!
