process
You haven't shown up yet in January
In February you sleep next door
Heavy rains began in March
Roses everywhere in April
In May we sat across from each other as if in a dream
And so It's June
In June, the grass blooms and the fragrance is everywhere
July is full of joy and sorrow, and the wheat waves roll together with the meadows
Until the end of the world
August is August
August I'm tight-lipped August I'm the water in a bottle
You are the clouds of the blue sky
September and October are two eyes filled with the sea
You're at sea, I'm under the sea
November is not yet here
Through its window, I saw December
Heavy snow in December
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. What we just heard was Lindbergh's poem "The Process."
A native of Guangxi, Lin Bai began writing poetry at the age of 19 and later wrote novels. His major works include novels such as "One Man's War", "Talk, Room", "All Things Blossom", "Women's Small Talk", "To 1975", etc., novella collections such as "Bullets Through Apples", "Chair of the Cloister" and many other novellas, and essay collections such as "Gold in Past Lives".
In Lindbergh's poem "Process", in January, you have not yet appeared; in February, you suddenly appear, sleeping next to me, we are close at hand; just when we know each other, it rains in March, and my eyes have unconsciously fallen on you; the roses everywhere in April are like my sudden tightness or sweetness, and perhaps you still don't know; in May, everything is as usual, and you and I are already sitting opposite each other, trance like a dream; just like this in June, the sun is shining, and the grass leaves are fragrant. We do not have too many ups and downs, but we are always warm; in July, we have laughter, we have sadness, there must be anxiety and confusion; in August, we are silent, we keep a common secret because of tacit understanding, like water in a bottle, like clouds in the blue sky; September and October, we may have been separated, because we have our own directions, the sea separates us and connects you and me at the same time, it makes us unable to approach, and we cannot forget; the days suddenly seem to slow down, and November slowly arrives, through her curtain, You can see the heavy snow in December coming at you, and in the blink of an eye, you are already in a big place. The first six months of the poem are flat and straight, the waves are rough in July, the beginning of August is turning sharply, the thickness and reality are changing, and finally the snow-filled December ends abruptly, but the afterglow is lingering.
This is a poem that uses white drawings entirely, the language is clean and concise, and the broken sentences are natural. And the whole poem is pervasive with the ambiguity, uncertainty, and linguistic fickleness characteristic of symbolism. As a symbol of the whole, its symbolic meaning is extremely transparent; however, its symbolic meaning is at the same time extremely divergent, and the reader can make extremely free interpretations and associations from it.
Poetry is life, "grass hall reading poetry", there is a temperature and texture. Lindbergh's poem "Process" will be appreciated here today, thanks for the attention, we will see you in the next issue.
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