Home in the rain
Rain, rain fell on the olive trees again.
I don't know why it rained again this afternoon
Since my mother is gone
No more walking on the terrace to watch the rain
No more lifting your eyes from sewing
Ask me: Do you hear me?
I heard, Mother, it was raining again
Raindrops fall on your face.
Poetry is life, welcome to the "Caotang Reading Poetry" jointly launched by Cover News, Chengdu Radio and Television Station Listening Hall FM and Caotang Poetry Magazine, I am a reading poet Juanzi. Just now we heard Andrade's poem "Home in the Rain", translated by Yao Feng. Evogenio de Andrade, the most important contemporary lyric poet in Portugal, was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature and in 2002 won the Camons Prize, the highest prize in Portuguese literature. His poems have been translated into more than twenty languages and are universally popular around the world. In addition to the pioneer of modernist poetry, Fernando Pessoa, Andrade was one of the most translated Portuguese poets abroad since the 20th century.
"Home in the Rain" is one of Andrade's poems that is easily overlooked because it is too simple to understand, without the dazzling images that are common in his poems, piling up and jumping, and the theme is very clear and single. This poem remembering my mother not only has a strong sense of form, but also has a power that reaches the heart.
Andrade's poems are mostly three-dimensional, multidimensional, and colorful, and reading his poems is sometimes an adventure, sometimes a pleasure. Even in this short poem of less than ten lines, its narrative is not linear. It starts from the present and returns to the past, but in a question and answer, it skillfully connects the past and the present two time and space scenes, and finally returns to reality, giving people a delicate sense of form. And the appeal of the poem comes from the question of "I don't know why it's raining again this afternoon": on a normal afternoon, the rain was pouring down as usual, and the mother was gone, the house was empty, and she could not hear her voice, could not see her toiling. But the rain, home and mother have long since formed a whole, and together they are inscribed in the poet's memory and integrated into a subconscious about the mother. In his mother's absence, the poet has a brief cognitive impairment and is unable to understand "why it rained again this afternoon." The mother was gone, and the home in the rain was even more deserted; the mother was absent, and the rain seemed to have lost its reason. The day of the mother's absence seems to be the "end of the world." What touches people's hearts about "Home in the Rain" is that through this kind of "end of the world" question, the nostalgia for the mother is truly and naturally revealed.
Poetry is life, "grass hall reading poetry", there is a temperature and texture. Andrade's poem "Home in the Rain" is appreciated here today, thanks for the attention, we will see you next time.
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