[France] Appreciation of the love poem "The Rotting Corpse" by Baudelaire

[France] Appreciation of the Love Poems of Baudelaire's "Carrion"

[France] Baudelaire

Love, think about what we have met before

On a beautiful cool summer morning:

At the corner of the path, an ugly rotting corpse

lay across the stone bed ,

Her legs were raised very high, like a sexy woman,

Breathing hot poisonous gas,

She looked casual and casual. Shamelessly,

opening a belly full of stench.

The sun shines on this rotting corpse,

as if it is going to be cooked until it is cooked,

it is the nutrient that binds nature together

Return the great nature a hundredfold.

The sky stares at this magnificent corpse,

Like an open flower bud,

The stench is so strong, you are above the grass

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It seemed like he was about to faint from the smoke.

Flies buzzed around the rotting belly,

A black swarm of maggots

emerged from the belly, along the rotten skin,

Runs like thick pus.

These maggots surged like a tidal wave

crashing and crawling,

as if the body was swollen by the breeze

Still living a reproductive life.

This world plays a strange music,

like the water flowing, like the wind sounding,

and like the winnowing man making rhythm

The same action as winnowing the grain with his dustpan.

The image has disappeared, leaving only the vague shadow of a dream,

Like facing a forgotten canvas,

A painter relies solely on his memory ,

Slowly draw a sketch.

Hiding behind the rock, showing angry eyes

Looking at our anxious dog,

It is waiting for the opportunity to get rid of the corpse

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Grab another piece of meat left behind.

——But in the future, you will be like this stinker,

Like this terrifying rotting corpse,

The star of my eyes, The sun of my heart,

You, my ***, my angel!

Yes! Queen of beauty, you cannot avoid it,

After receiving the last sacraments,

when you go to sleep among the wild grass and flowers,

to decay among the bones.

At that time, my beauty, please tell them,

Those maggots that kiss you and eat you,

Although the old love has been broken up, but, I have saved

The shape of love and the essence of love!

(Translated by Qian Chunqi)

"Carrion", according to Pralon This narrative was written about before 1843 and published directly in "Flowers of Evil". The lover in the poem refers to Jeanne Duval. In 1842, Baudelaire fell in love with her. One sunny morning, the poet and the mulatto girl were walking together and saw a dead animal that was rotting and full of maggots on the roadside. Facing this scene, most people would turn their noses up and pass it by, but Baudelaire couldn't stop admiring it. This poem is a realistic description of the corpse on the roadside. Baudelaire often recited it in hotels and studios, thus earning the title of "poet of corpse literature". Later, Baudelaire was cursed as "the poet who sings about maggots". This is of course not unrelated to the "Carrion" he wrote.

Throughout the ages, Chinese and foreign poets have compared women to clear springs, colorful clouds and morning glow, to the night sky, to dazzling roses and quiet orchids in deep valleys. In short, I have never seen anyone compare his lover to a rotting corpse!

As we all know, many of Baudelaire's poems often express the inner nature of all things in the universe through subtle hints and symbolic techniques. sense of communion. The poet carefully observed the rotting corpse and became a poet, so he described the corpse vividly and believed that the rotting corpse and the blooming flowers were a manifestation of the transformation of life forms. That's all, how can there be others? When it comes to science, no one will probably object, but when it comes to artistic expression, most people will disagree and think it is unconventional.

Here we might as well review it. It is well known that the 16th and 17th centuries were the heyday of love lyric poetry, with hundreds of sonnets to Stena, Diana, Phyllis and Diana, and other poems of this kind. But from today's perspective, most sonnets at that time were artificial, boring, and intolerable. The golden hair, the coral-red lips, the rose-like cheeks, the marble-like "spherical forehead" (forehead) and the snow-white breasts were repeated tirelessly; After those cold and arrogant ladies refused, they all suffered "torture" in the flames of lust, and so on. In fact, love is always colorful and varied, especially the views and expressions of love by poets in different eras are also varied and varied. Different from those empty and pompous pretensions, in the early nineteenth century, there were Byron's "I love you, you are my life" and Pushkin's "I remember that wonderful moment." Since Baudelaire, ugliness has increasingly become an important object of expression in poetry and art. The French sculptor Rodin was influenced by him and created "Beautiful Helmet Maker". This is a statue of an old and faded beauty who stares at her withered body with sad eyes. When it was first exhibited, the audience turned away and did not dare to look at it. This just shows that works of art have great power to move people's hearts, and that ugliness can also be the object of artistic expression, as long as it is not whitewashed! In fact, everything in the world must prosper and decline, and life must die. Who can What about Baudelaire’s non-persistent pursuit of love:

——But in the future, you will be like this stinker,

Like this terrifying rotting corpse,

The star of my eyes, the sun of my heart,

You, my ***, my angel!

Only when you are alive When you can think about death, when you can love, you think about the impossibility of loving after death. This kind of love is sincere and affectionate, so there are "horrible" words and the call of "my angel"! Rodin aimed at the poet The "Carrion" points out: "When Baudelaire described a filthy, smelly, maggot-filled, festering animal corpse (female corpse), he actually faced this terrifying image and imagined that this was the lover he fell in love with. , this shocking contrast constitutes a wonderful poem - on one side is the beauty who hopes to never die, on the other side is the cruel fate that is waiting for this beauty. "Death does not deny life, but perfects life, physical love and spiritual love." Inseparable. The atmosphere and imagery of Baudelaire's love poems are always unique.