Birthday, by Wislawa Szymborska - If you use a word to describe it, it is just the most exquisite poem, full of prosperity, full of the gift of God's grace, full of joyful joy, so full of wonder, this poem is in it It is natural for a lyrical note and the rhythm of the language to be a hearty burst. One after another photos emerged in a series of unfettered thoughts. Birthday is not a person, but a series of collective births that take place on Earth - "So many worlds appear at the same time!" - As if you like to blurt out in exclamation, "How busy schedule it must bring!"
As recipients, how do they ask us to keep counting, sorting, and arranging them? Can we? Do we want to? we do not. why? We may be insensitive, that's why... She seems to say that all newborns except us know that they are celebrities. Everyone else has escaped our attention so here she tries to expand our horizons and our appreciation. Therefore, Szymborska separates these categories, starting with the direct attraction of the rhyme, focusing on:
"Hail, sea otters, moles and mussels
Flame, flamingo, flounder, feathers"
The lines above depict a wonderful picture, each word is in such a meaningful order: the red-orange flamingo's feathers fly uncontrollably to the cool breeze as they travel on the marine tissue while walking on shallow wetlands Self-sufficient, surrounded by a group of sharp - greedy squid. "Shasha and 喧嚣" represents a busy beast of flamingos and squid, celebrating the arrival of a new earth, the glaciers in the distance, the rocks and debris that dissolve and disappear in the summer sun. Efforts to exhaust him and leave the birth of a small island in the high seas.
This process has not stopped; in this new land, there are also bushy tangles, cockroaches, reptiles, creek streams, followed by native beech trees in temperate regions, shiny Leaves, blood-sucking leeches like to cling to. The arrival of "so many worlds" will take several weeks. Continuing further, there are dense tail rodents, gorillas and medicinal tropical vines - sarsaparillas.
Excited by the impact of her numerous births, and more people appear at the same time, she can no longer accept it; she can hardly count this endless process, so she said, "Thank you very much, ..... But this excessive goodwill may be a killing for me. After a serious study, there is a kind of easy and humorous injection of goodwill, and on that question, she asks -
"Where is the jar of this new calf, the creek and the smashing car, quarrel, snake, wave, rich and trouble?"
For classification, Wislawa uses ' jar, in the sense that it contains a variety of prickly wild burdock species, the sweet sound of flowing rivers, the roar of rooks, and the twisting of the roar Snakes, etc. With the richness and trouble, the poets seem to be thinking and wondering how to brake, perhaps to adapt them, and the miracle of the gold mine has confused her mind. A wide variety - wild cats, songbirds, tentacles and even bacteria. Why not let carbon dioxide stop flowing for a while?
The rich troubles and her ability to deal with these are carefully considered in the following aspects:
I can look at the fragments, but there is no nerve
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These are products that I can't afford, not worth it.
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The sunset of two eyes is not too much
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That, who knows, may not see the sun rise?
Life from birth to death is only a five-minute stop. How can a person give him a short time to find out the mystery, his inner emptiness? This is impossible, so the poet tells us through her own example that it is to be satisfied from anything that comes out of our eyes; every work in nature has the power to surprise us and awe. When she passed through poppies and pansies, she wondered how perfect the creation was, giving flowers, the female reproductive parts of the plants and their aromas.
The last sentence reminds us of the idea that even in the smallest divine work, such perfect details, if someone notices or does not pay attention, it will hardly be annoyed, that is, the "loss" in the horror. The mysterious power of nature maintains the cycle of birth and the perfection of perfection, free from people's concerns about human appreciation, which is why a "transcendental precision" is filled with its fragile creation... It was only allowed to bloom once in the morning and pale at night.
Human beings as a whole should learn, this is a perfect lesson.
Orignal From: Birthday - Celebrate the grace of God
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