What kind of person is Eliot?

(1) Eliot is the originator of China's modern misty poetry.

On the Internet, many comments about the origin and inheritance of China's modern poems (including misty poems) are specious.

Yes This may be due to the wrong positioning of some domestic critics who do not understand foreign languages, or it may be due to.

I didn't understand China's modern poems well, but I mixed my own opinions and misled people. Chinese

The origin of modern poetry is due to the vernacular movement initiated by Hu Shi and others during the May 4th Movement, and so is vernacular poetry.

Came into being. An interesting phenomenon is that many famous writers and serious scholars have not left much behind.

Vernacular poetry, only some literati like hippies, such as Liu Bannong and Xu Zhimo. , in order to and women.

Flirting, leaving a song and a half.

China's early modern poetry should inherit Europe instead of the United States. This is due to some students studying in Europe.

Recommendation and dissemination of scholars. Like Bian, Xu Zhimo, etc. His poems inherited the European style.

There is not much innovation in Doric style, and its main characteristics are harmonious rhythm and gorgeous words and baths.

But there is no spiritual shock. It is a copy of Voss and Polly in China, and it can even be used for reference.

See the shadows of Shelley and Byron. I seldom see Whitman in America, which is probably the benefit of nature in poetry.

And the tone of these declining aristocrats staying in Europe is not appropriate. Many people put these a few

Man comes down to the origin of modern misty poetry. Actually, it's inappropriate. Poetry at this time can only be modern poetry.

Rather than vague poetry, of course, compared with the use of images and words in old-style poetry, it already has a vague feeling.

China's poetry had a particularly glorious revival period in the late 1970s and early 1980s. A batch of classic works

After the Cultural Revolution, young intellectuals who went to the countryside accumulated knowledge under kerosene lamps and had a sense of life.

Under the guidance of Kelyavsky and lermontov, sexual experience started a new revolution in China's poetry. This problem

Outstanding poets are Kosuke Kitajima and Shu Ting. In the middle and late 1980s, China's poetry finally broke out.

During the bombing. Under the guidance of theoretical leader Xie Mian, a group of China poets with modern consciousness stand out.

Taking the Poetry Newspaper edited by Yan Chen as the position, they went up the mountain one after another, and at that time, China's poetry school.

There are dozens. The poems written are awkward and difficult for ordinary people to understand. This was widely criticized later.

Modern misty poetry.

Why is it called modern misty poetry? This is to distinguish it from the ancient misty poems represented by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty.

Song. China's modern obscure poems directly inherited the poetic styles of Eliot and Pound, and abandoned the modern poetic school Xu.

The Victorian model advocated by Shima and others. (EzraPound is a contemporary poet of T.S. Eliot.

He has a very famous poem in a subway station, just two sentences, but it has become an American poem in the 1960s.

The beginning of the revolution). For Eliot, domestic literature history books are rarely introduced, and most of them tend to introduce 19.

Literary masters and poets at the end of the century and the beginning of the 20th century. I remember a foreign book published by People's Literature Publishing House.

There seems to be Eliot's Waste Land in the poem, but it is not introduced. It seems that his position in China is not

This is a special admiration. So, quietly, I will introduce T.S.Eliout here and make a long poem about it.

Translation of the Waste Land.

(2) Introduction of T.S. Eliot

As a poet, Thomas Stearns Eliot occupies a unique position in poetry and literary criticism.

The status of two. He not only expresses his feelings through writing, but also defines the so-called modernist style and

Interest also helps a lot. They abandoned the aristocratic narrative style and the Victorian style.

For accurate focus and surprising images to express, that kind of smoothness is full of temptation and ironic charm.

American language has a great influence on modern American poetry. Of course, this influence is not direct and formal, but comes from thinking.

I want to influence it with the height of philosophy. His works are full of a taste of seeking the meaning of life; This right

The pursuit of meaning led him to create a famous work, The, which described modern culture as a wasteland in 1922.

Wasteland. In this poem, he contrasts and arranges various images: the nobility of the past and the decay of the modern.

Decaying, long-term and recent civilizations, and using the Bible, myths and Buddhist fantasies to appeal to a complex focus.

Burning and fragile modern soul. As a symbolic work of the cultural crisis after World War I, Eliot is here.

The spiritual introspection and formal innovation adopted in the first poem have become symbolic poets (visual art

A person who combines craftsmen and handicraft artists.

Both Britain and America claim that Eliot is a part of their national culture. He was born on1September 26th, 888.

St. Louis, a scholarly family, received undergraduate and graduate education at Harvard University.

He immigrated to Britain on 19 15 and obtained citizenship on 1927. During his stay at Harvard University, he was influenced by anti-romanticism.

Renyi anthropologists, philosophers and aestheticians have great influence, and they have all written doctoral theses to study F.H.

Bradley's Appearance and Reality. After 1908, he contacted French symbolism art and adopted it.

Hallucinations, subconsciousness and specious language are respected and put into practice in their own poems.

. After moving to England, he continued his career as a poet and began to write reviews, essays and plays.

Be an editor. 1948 won the Nobel Prize.

The Waste Land is Eliot's most famous long poem. He dedicated him to Elsa Pound because he

Help him revise the manuscript. In his poems, he used a lot of allusions, from Shakespeare to Dante and Potter.

Lyle, Wagner, etc. Buddhist scriptures, folk songs and the works of many anthropologists are also cited. In the wilderness

He described the modern society in spiritual and cultural crisis and the division sought from it.

The conflict between broken experience and relatively stable cultural inheritance. In this respect, The Waste Land is an exploration of the essence.

The poem "God's Home" made Eliot Fife famous at home and abroad.

When it comes to wasteland, we can't help but talk about its technological innovation. The skill of sentence breaking is amazing, and therefore

Some paragraphs and language are used meaningfully. I hope readers can imagine them by themselves in order to understand the meaning of these words.

A painting whose meaning constitutes a whole. In poetry, he gave up the straight pen and adopted the protruding pen.

Interrupting sentences and adding some completely different scenes to introduce or explain may be a sudden turn of beautiful description.

A bar conversation may be a sudden shift from Elizabeth's classicism to contemporary scenes, or it may be.

From formal written language to spoken language. These helped him express the endless culture that poetry wanted to express.

Integrity, so that he can explore the burden of symbolism or illusion-attracting attention.

It also shows the self-expression and self-awareness of modern artists.

(3) Translation of The Waste Land

This wasteland has five parts, namely:

I. Burying of the dead

Two. layout of a chess game

Three. Fire sermon

Four. Death in water

Verb (abbreviation for verb) What did Thunder say?

"south

Sibelium eye drops

My voice in the ampulla is different from my voice:

∑ιβνλλατιθελειζ; repondebat illa: áπóθαν

εινθελ ω."

("Yes, I saw Sybil in Gu Mi hanging in a cage with my own eyes. The children are here.

When asked, Sybil, what do you want, she replied, I will die. ")

Ezra Pound

Ilmi lior fabro.

(Dedicated to Ezra? pound

The most outstanding craftsman)

First, the funeral of the deceased.

April is the cruelest month, on the wasteland.

With lilacs, put memories and desires

Join us and let the spring rain

Urge those slow roots and buds.

Winter keeps us warm, Earth.

Snow forgotten because of helping others, also known as

Dry bulbs provide a little life.

Summer comes unexpectedly, when it rains.

Came to Stanbukisi; We hid under the colonnade,

When the sun comes out and enters Hoff Garden,

Chatting for an hour over coffee.

I'm not Russian, I'm from Lithuania and I'm German.

Besides, when we were young, we lived with the Grand Duke.

My cousin's house, he took me sledding,

I feel terrible. He said, Mary,

Mary, hold on tight. We'll rush down.

On the mountain, you feel free.

I read books most nights and go to the south in winter.

What root are you grasping and pulling?

Growing out of this pile of stones? Son of man,

You can't say or guess, because you only know.

A bunch of tattered idols, whipped by the sun.

Dead trees have no shade. The sound of crickets is not reassuring,

There is no running water between the charred stones. have only

There is a shadow under this red stone.

Please walk into the shadow under this red stone.

I want to show you something that doesn't look like.

The shadow of your getting up early is behind you;

Unlike at night, I stand up to meet you;

I want you to know that fear is in a handful of dust.

The wind is blowing briskly,

Blow me home,

Irish children,

Where do you live?

"A year ago, you gave me hyacinthus orientalis first;

They call me the girl of hyacinthus orientalis ",

But when we came back, it was too late to get out of hyacinthus orientalis's garden.

Your arms are full and your hair is wet. I can't say.

Words are invisible to the eyes, and neither am I.

Alive, not dead, I know nothing,

Looking at the center of light, there was silence.

Desolate and empty is the sea.

Martin Solo Trelease, a famous physiognomist,

I have a bad cold, but I still have it.

The most famous and intelligent woman in Europa,

An evil deck of cards, here it is, she said.

It's one of yours, the drowned Phoenician sailor,

These pearls are his eyes. Look! )

This is Belodona, the hostess of the rock.

A resourceful woman.

This man is holding three sticks. This is a wheel.

This is the one-eyed businessman on this card.

There is nothing on his back.

I'm not allowed to watch it. I didn't find it.

A hanged person. Fear of dying in the water.

I saw crowds of people in circles.

Thank you. When you see dear Mrs. Aguirre,

Just say that I personally brought her the map of the heavenly palace,

Now people must be careful.

Without a tangible city,

Under the yellow fog at dawn in winter,

A group of people filed across London Bridge, and the number was very large.

I didn't expect death to destroy so many people.

Sigh, short and rare, spit it out,

Everyone's eyes are on their feet.

Up the hill, along King William Street,

Until the church of St. Mary Vuornos, where the bell rang.

Knock the last ninth time, with a gloomy voice.

There, I saw an acquaintance, stopped him and shouted, "Stejan!" " "

You're with me on Miley's boat!

The body you planted in the garden last year,

Is it sprouting? Will it bloom this year?

Or did you suddenly smash its flower bed with frost?

Tell this Xiong Xing to go away, it's a friend of the people,

Otherwise, it will dig it up again with its claws!

You! Pseudoreaders! ? My own kind? My brother!

Second, the game

The chair she sits in is like a shining throne.

There is a mirror on the marble.

The seat was covered with vines bearing fruit,

A detective Jin came out.

(The other one hides his eyes behind his wings)

Double the flame of seven candlesticks,

There is also a reflection on the table.

The satin box gushed with dazzling brilliance,

Even the flash of her jewels greeted her;

Made of ivory and stained glass, with an open mouth.

Her strange synthetic perfume is hidden in a small bottle? Paste, powder or liquid? Create a feeling

Embarrassed, confused, submerged in the fragrance; be subjected to

The fresh air outside the window is blowing slightly, and these aromas

When rising, the flame of the candle that has been lit for a long time becomes full.

Scatter smoke on the panel roof,

Blur the ceiling pattern.

A large area of wood soaked in seawater is sprinkled with copper powder.

On colored stones, green and yellow,

Carved dolphins swim in the sad light.

There is a picture on the old mantelpiece.

Just like the field scenery when you open the window,

Those are flying green eyebrows, which were deformed by the savage king.

Rape: But there are nightingales.

Her indestructible voice filled the whole desert,

She is still screaming and the world is still chasing.

Sing "Haw" to dirty ears.

Other times, the roots of dead trees

Left a mark on the wall; Staring portrait

Leaning out, the closed room was silent.

Someone is shuffling on the stairs.

In the firelight, under the bushes, her hair

Scatter small ideas like Mars.

Brightness turned into words, and then into cruel silence.

"I am in a bad mood tonight. Yes, not good. Stay with me.

Talk to me. Why do you always keep silent? Say it.

What are you thinking about? Think about what? What?

I never know what you're thinking. Yes "

I think we're in a rat hole,

Where the victim lost all his bones.

"What's that noise?"

The wind is under the door.

"What's that noise? What is the wind doing? "

No, it's nothing.

"You?

"You don't know anything? Didn't see anything? all

Don't remember? "

I remembered

Those pearls are his eyes.

"Are you alive or dead? There is nothing in your mind? "

but

Oh, oh, oh, oh, this Shakespeare jazz?

It's too quiet

Too clever.

"What should I do now? What should I do?

I just ran out and walked down the street.

Hair hangs freely, that's all. What should we do tomorrow?

What the hell should we do? "

Boiling water is served at ten o'clock.

If it rains, come and catch a bus that can't get wet at four o'clock.

We also want to play a game of chess,

Hold your restless eyes and wait for the sound of knocking at the door.

When Lill's husband left the army, I said?

I'm very clear. I told her myself,

Please hurry, it's time.

Elbert will be back soon, so please get dressed.

He also wants to know the money for your dental implant.

How to spend it. I was there when he gave the gift.

Pull out all your teeth, Lill, and get a good pair.

He said, to tell you the truth, I can't stand you like this.

Neither can I, I said. Think of poor Albert.

He stayed in the army for four years and wanted to have a good time.

You don't make him happy, and there are others, I said.

Oh, really, she said. That's what happened. I said.

Then I know who to thank, she said glowering at me.

Please hurry, it's time.

If you don't want to, suit yourself, I said.

You have no choice. People can still choose.

If Elbert runs away, don't blame me for not saying anything.

I said, shame on you. You look very old.

She is only 3 1 year old. )

I can't help it, she said with a long face.

She said: I took birth control pills to have an abortion.

She already has five. Little George almost killed her. )

The drugstore owner said it didn't matter, but I was different.

I said, you are such a fool.

Come on, Albert is always haunting you, and that's the result, I said,

Why are you married and childless?

Please hurry, it's time.

Speaking of which, Elbert was at home that Sunday, and they were eating boiling roast ham.

They invited me to dinner, and they invited me to eat hot food?

Please hurry, it's time.

Please hurry, it's time.

See you tomorrow, Bill. See you tomorrow, Lou. See you tomorrow, May. See you tomorrow.

Goodbye. See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, ladies, tomorrow, lovely ladies, tomorrow, tomorrow.

Third, the fire commandment

The tent made of trees by the river has been destroyed: the last finger left by the leaves

In order to catch something, I sank to the wet shore again. Nafeng

Blowing through the brown land, no one heard. The fairies have gone.

Lovely time, flowing gently, when I finish singing.

There are no more empty bottles on the river, but tissue paper of meat and bread.

Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette butts

Or other evidence on a summer night. The fairies have gone.

And their friends, descendants of the last bosses in the city;

Left without leaving an address.

I sat down in Lake Lyman and swallowed my tears. ...

Lovely time, flowing gently, when I finish singing.

Lovely Thames, flowing gently, my voice will not be too loud or too much.

But in the cold wind behind me, I heard it

The sound of bones touching bones, the smile coming from the ear.

A mouse crossed the grass gently.

Walking on the shore with a wet stomach

One winter night, I was standing behind a gas factory.

Fishing in stagnant water

Think of the king, my brother's shipwreck.

I also thought about my father's death, the king before him.

White body naked on the low wet ground,

The bones were thrown in a short, dry attic,

Only the mouse's feet kicked around there, year after year.

But behind my back, I often hear

The sound of horns and cars will be

Give sweeney to Mrs. Potter in the spring.

Ah, the moon shines on Mrs Bolt.

Her daughter is very clever.

They washed their feet with soda water.

Ah, the voices of these children, singing in the church!

chance

Ha ha ha ha.

Being raped like this.

railway

There are no physical cities.

Under the yellow fog at noon in winter

Mr. Eugenitti, which businessman in Smyrna?

It hasn't been cleaned yet, and the bag is full of raisins.

CIF London: payable at sight,

Invite me in vulgar French.

Have lunch at the Conen Street Hotel.

Then spend the weekend in metropolis.

At that dusk, eyes and back

When it was lifted from the table, the engine made of flesh and blood was waiting.

While waiting for a taxi,

I, Tiresias, though blind and trembling in two lives,

However, older men have wrinkled female breasts, which can be used in

When the dusk is boundless, I see that the dusk is coming.

Go home, sailors come home from the sea,

Typists also go home during tea, clean up the leftovers from breakfast, light the stove and take out cans.

It hangs dangerously outside the window.

Her underwear, almost dry, was stained by the corner of the sun.

There are several piles of things on the sofa (her bed at night)

Socks, slippers, vest, underwear for tightening.

I, Teresh, an old man with wrinkled breasts.

Saw this plot and predicted everything behind it?

I am also waiting for the expected guests.

He, the young man with acne all over his face, came.

A small company employee, a pair of eyes full of desire for sex,

A dirty guy, very sure,

Like the silk hat on Bradford millionaire's head.

Now is the right time, he guessed right,

The meal has been finished and she is tired and tired.

Try to touch her.

Although unpopular, he was not scolded.

He blushed and made up his mind to attack immediately;

The expedition's hands met no obstacles;

His vanity needs no reward,

Also welcome this indifferent appearance.

I, Tiresias, have had enough.

Play on this sofa or bed;

I once sat under the walls of Thebes.

Walking among the humblest of the dead. )

Finally, I sent a kiss that looked like charity.

He groped his way and found there was no light on the stairs. ...

She looked back at the mirror,

Not fully aware that her lover has left;

An incomplete idea flashed through her mind:

"I finally got a point: it's good to be finished."

When a beautiful woman falls down again

Walking around her room alone.

She stroked her hair mechanically, and then casually.

Play movies on the phonograph.

"The music passed me quietly on the water."

Go through strand Street until you reach Queen Victoria Street.

Ah, the city, the city, I can hear it sometimes.

It's next to a hotel on Lower Times Street.

Melody of mandolin.

And the sound of bowls and lamps inside, the voice of people

It's the fisherman who rests at noon: there.

On the wall of the martyrdom hall, there are also

Iivonen's indescribable splendor in white and gold.

Sweating in the long river

Flowing oil and tar

Ship drifting

Follow the waves

Hongfan

Zhangda

Swing on the heavy mast with the wind.

Wash the boat

Floating giant wood

Go to Greenwich River area.

Passing by Qunquan Island.

Wei alala Leia

Wolala Lairala

Elizabeth and Lester

wade into water

Stern formation

Shells inlaid with gold

Honger Jin Liang

Lively waves

Set off a small wave on both sides of the Taiwan Strait

southwest/southwesterly wind

sail downward with the current -- succeed easily

A continuous bell

White danger tower

Wei alala Leia

Wolala Lairala

"Trams and dusty trees.

Highbury gave birth to me. Richmond and Qiu

Ruined me. I lifted my knee in Richmond.

Lie on your back at the bottom of the canoe.

"My feet are in Moore, my heart.

At my feet. After that incident.

He cried. He promised to turn over a new leaf.

I am silent. What should I resent? "

"On the beach in Maccabees.

I can put

Nothing is connected with nothing.

Broken nails on dirty hands.

We are inferior people and never expect anything.

What? "

Oh, look.

So I came to Carthage.

Burn, burn, burn, burn.

Lord, you saved me.

Lord, please help me.

burn

Fourth, death in water.

Phoenician Frebas, who has been dead for two weeks,

Forget the sound of seagulls and the waves of the deep sea.

Profit and loss.

Hai Xia Yichaoliu

Take his bones quietly. When he walked up and down,

He went through old age and youth.

Into the whirlpool.

Pagan or Jew?

Ah, you turn the steering wheel and look at the direction of the wind.

Look back at Frybas. He used to be as beautiful and as tall as you.

Five, the words of thunder

After the torch turned the sweaty face red

After the cold silence in the garden.

After the grief in the rocky area,

Shout and call sign

Prison Palace and Spring Thunder

The echo echoed in the distant mountains.

He was alive then, but now he is dead.

We used to live, and now we are going to die.

Be patient.

There is no water here, only rocks.

A rock without water has a sand road.

This road bypasses the mountains above.

This is a rocky mountain without water.

If there is water, we will stop to drink it.

The middleman in the rock can't stop or think.

The sweat dried up and my feet were buried in the sand.

As long as there is water in the middle of the rock

The dead mountain is full of dental caries, and I can't spit a drop of water.

People here can neither stand nor lie nor sit.

There is not even silence on the mountain.

All thunder and no rain.

Even loneliness does not exist in the mountains.

Only a dark red gloomy face sneers and growls.

Appeared at the door of the house where the mud seam was hunted.

As long as there is water

There are no stones.

If there are rocks,

And water.

There is water

You Quan

There are some small ponds among the rocks.

If it's just the sound of water

Not cicada

Sing with hay

But the sound of water on the rocks.

There are hummingbirds and thrushes singing among the pine trees.

drop by drop

But there is no water.

Who is the third person who has been walking beside you?

When I count, only you are with me.

But when I look forward to the white road,

There is always another person walking beside you.

Walking quietly, wrapped in a brown coat and covered her head.

I don't know whether he is a man or a woman.

But who is the man on your other side?

What is this sound in the sky?

This is the sad whisper of a loving mother.

Who are these hooded people?

Running wildly on the boundless plain, stumbling on the cracked land

Surrounded only by a flat horizontal line

What city is beyond the mountain?

Rupture, reconstruction and explosion in the purple twilight.

A crumbling tower

Jerusalem Athens Alexandria

Vienna London

There is no entity.

A woman straightened her long black hair tightly.

Play bass music with these strings

A bat with a child's face is in the purple light.

Wave one's wings

Climbed down a pile of black walls with his head down.

Those towers hanging upside down in the air

Ring the bell that evokes memories and report the time.

There is a song in an empty pool and a dry well.

In that damaged hole in the mountain

In the dark moonlight, the grass is collapsing.

Singing on the grave, as for the church.

There is an empty church, just the home of the wind.

It has no windows, the door swings,

Bones can't hurt people.

There is only a rooster standing on the roof.

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck.

There was a flash of lightning. Then there was a wet wind.

Brought rain

The water level of the Ganges has dropped, and those fragile leaves

Waiting for rain and dark clouds

Gathered in the distant Mount Ximawang.

The jungle crouched, hunched and silent.

Then the thunder spoke.

Daily Allowance (daily allowance)

Datta: What have we paid?

My friend, blood shakes my heart.

The extraordinary courage to sacrifice at this moment.

This is an era of caution, which can never be redeemed.

With this and only this, we exist.

This is not found in our obituaries.

Not in the memory of kindness cobwebs

And I won't be sealed by a thin lawyer

In our empty house

Daily Allowance (daily allowance)

I heard the key.

I turned around at the door once, only once.

We thought of this key, and everyone is in their own prison.

Thinking about this key, everyone is guarding a prison.

Only at dusk, there was a sound from the outside world

Only after this, the broken Ko Leoline Nas was reborn.

Daily Allowance (daily allowance)

Damiata: That ship is very happy.

Respond to and follow the hand that only uses paddles to season the sails.

When the sea is calm, your heart will be cheerful.

When invited, reply

Guide the hand and beat.

I sat on the shore.

Fishing, behind it is a dry plain.

Should I at least tidy up my fields?

London Bridge collapsed, collapsed, collapsed.

Then he was hidden in the fire that tested them.

When can I be like a swallow? Ah, swallows, swallows,

Prince aquitaine was deposed in the tower.

I use these fragments to support my ruins.

Then I'll do it. Heromoma is crazy again.

Give up yourself for others. Compassion. Restrain.

Peace. safe and sound

Peace.

Zhao yi