The most enjoyable thing is that I feel the most wrong.
He didn’t know whether it was good or not, but then he suddenly remembered his valuable friendship and his spirit suddenly perked up. This third paragraph is a turn.
But when I want to look down on myself like this
Suddenly I thought of you, so my spirit
Like a lark breaking dawn from the gloomy earth
Vibrating purlin and singing hymns in Tianmen
This leads to the end of the last two sentences, when the poet is full of energy and spirits, and the tone of his poems is very bright, and his head is depressed, depressed and resentful, and his dark mood is just a contrast.
The thought of how rich you love me.
I don’t bother to condescend to the emperor’s transposition
In this way, a process of ideological and emotional transformation has been completed in a total of sonnets. The poet writes himself from depression to vibration, from melancholy to comfort, from humble to lofty, which is a contrast to the spiritual strength of friendship or love and also a tribute to friendship or love. The layout of this poem is connected, the outline is clear, the lines are clear, and the final conclusion summarizes the theme of the poem, which is very eye-catching and forms a pair of epigrams. A poem is most afraid of being plain and flat, and this poem is pushed forward one after another to form a climax, which is impressive.
This sonnet’s artistic form, artistic techniques and ideas are very harmonious with each other, which can be seen as a model of classical poetry
Compared with Shakespeare’s sonnets, Mrs. Browning’s Italian sonnets are not very obvious in structure, and even the verses often break lines, so they can’t punctuate and cut off an endless emotion. However, the poems are not stagnant in feelings, but they can still make people feel that they are fluctuating and jumping. Take the third poem as an example.
In recent years, the poetess has always regarded Bai Langning’s affection for her as wrong love. I can’t believe this is love, so love will last forever. Everything is a short-lived dream, and then it is a fading dream. It is doomed to be shattered because it can’t stand contact with cruel real life. Love vows in the golden sunshine and the silvery white moon sees this fragile complex, which has relieved the first theme of the poem.
She is uneasy because she is a broken piano that can mute. Who will accompany a golden love song with such a broken piano? When she hears a rustle, she will throw away the first theme in disgust and develop despair.
But who would have thought that a broken piano would rustle when it fell in Le Sheng Yin? The second theme was surprised by which perfect harmonic melody came from the piano hole.
All the doubts are gone now. She has not come to her, but a new person who has been enlightened. Love has blessed her and transformed her at the same time. It is like a harpsichord master. When caressing the strings, a bow just called the broken piano and sang it. I never knew the moving song. The second theme is to develop faith.
The extraordinary mental journey from doubt to love and belief, from vacillation to firmness, is expressed in the sonnets in twists and turns.
In addition, the third and the 35th poem are all good examples. For example, a sonnet requires a deep layout, twists and turns of thoughts and feelings, and requires a relatively small volume to contain a large amount of poems. In this way, poetry creation must be painstakingly written, concise and implicit, full of emotions, and avoid being too loose, too thin and too straight.
Our predecessors’ poets have tried hard to transplant the sonnet into the garden of new poetry in China, and they have indeed made achievements. Can this rigorous foreign art form, sonnet style, still exert its vitality in today’s poetry world? It is hard to say, but the artistic technique of sonnet is less. It is desirable that Mrs. Browning’s sonnet is not artistic, which should also be a reference for our poetry to be created in art
First song
This is a group poem, an overture, a sad memory tune.
I remember that Greek poets used to sing.
Growing up in the middle class of England, the poetess was born in a narrow world, and then she was ill all the year round, and the isolation in real life became more serious. This painful limitation is shown in this preface.
Where is the happiness of life? When she asked herself this question, she didn’t look up to the future, but bowed her head and reminisced about the past. In ancient Greek poems, she sent her a vision.
Perhaps it is true that human beings once had a golden age. At that time, people had tools of labor and production, bows and arrows, axes and ropes, but they didn’t have weapons of war. Bows and arrows and axes and ropes were by no means instruments of torture. People have accumulated a lot of production experience, but they can sing and dance in the autumn harvest season and enjoy fragrant wine in the hunting season to celebrate what they have gained. In the prehistoric clan society, everyone is not oppressing and exploiting, and the process of class differentiation is not always in reverie. It is the most enviable golden age. When she recited the poems of ancient Greek poets, she showed a scene similar to the Taiping music depicted in the Peach Blossom Garden in China. At that time, people were limited by hope, symbolizing generosity, and the goddess brought a generous gift and new blessings every year.
Looking back at the long list of unhappy days that I have been in the hospital bed year after year, it seems that the shadows are thrown in her mind one after another. She is in pity for her shadow, but suddenly she is shocked to see a huge mysterious shadow shaking behind her. It grabs her hair and pulls back, forcing her to look up from hiding and dare not look at the future.
So in this life crisis, there are two themes in the poem, expecting that death will suddenly attack her and love will be as fierce as death.
The second song
In great panic, she looked up and opened her eyes to see love zhou ying. Her ears rang with a silvery shock. This sound enriched Lang. No, she no longer doubted it, but just like a blind person, once she saw the light of day again, she couldn’t stand the pain of all kinds of light. A disabled person suddenly found that she couldn’t stare at love. Her dizzy heart.