Black rose prose poems

Curbing Lin (1878- 1949), formerly known as Timir Ivanov, is a Bulgarian writer. Born in a peasant family in southern Bulgaria. Once a rural teacher, he is most familiar with the poor life of farmers because he has lived in the countryside for a long time. He is good at short stories, mostly focusing on farmers' lives, reflecting their great anger at the exploitation system and violent rule. The style of writing is subtle, graceful, dignified, full of emotion and strong rural flavor. He has a collection of short stories: Summer, Stork Nest, Me, You and He. The novella Shanrakos is his masterpiece, which describes the disintegration of feudal patriarchal clan system in rural Bulgaria. He also wrote a collection of poems, Black Rose, etc.

Black roses (three)

Eagle feathers

I am a child. Running across the grassland, I saw the feather of an eagle. I held it high in my hand and ran across the grassland with all my strength. It seems that I fly like an eagle.

I became a young man. I decorated my hat with eagle feathers and fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the world. Who is happier than me?

I am poor and have nothing but eagle hair, so what I love is unreliable; They told her that one can't live a good life in this world with only one eagle feather, so she easily understood this and abandoned me.

No one is more unfortunate than me.

I hid this feather. My heart doesn't want to wear this thing anymore. There is an indelible sadness in my soul. Only then did I know that all the poor people suffered like me, or worse.

I took out the eagle's feathers again: but I am no longer a child who wants it to play, nor a young man who wants it to decorate. I sharpened it and made it into a pen.

I want to write something happy, but it's sad when I write it.

Useless fountain

When I was wandering in the shade of a forest with no roads and no people, I found a beautiful fountain in the most secret place.

This is a monument. Water flows down from the mouth of the bronze chicken, turning into a lovely curve, filling the stone trough and gurgling. On a small rock, there are a pair of cups without handles.

Who carefully built this fountain? For whom, no one will walk here?

Nature, a lover of nature, a friend of serenity or goddess Lin Ze. A thoughtful person, a pure soul moved by love, a poet!

Yes, a poet will build this beautiful fountain in the deep forest.

No one can make beautiful and useless things except poets.

rose

Rich, elegant and peculiar roses, like hazy little clouds, accompany the sunset at dusk.

Red roses, the color of new wounds, the blood stains on every petal-roses with strong feelings.

Yellow roses, yellow as a group of wax light, like an autumn face. These are all sad, which means not cooperating with fate and not repairing it.

Looking at these noble flowers alone, someone should wear them.

White roses are like the moon in the morning, and sunlight and moonlight meet in the sky.

This is the silent rose of hopeless love-the lonely meditation of consciousness.

Black roses with spikes will never fade; The big petals are coiled.

These exotic flowers and herbs that grow in the human soul are sad black roses. .

(Mei Interpretation)

The appreciation of this article is selected from1June, 929 10 issue of Looking for Morning Flowers. Eagle Feather describes the disillusionment of a child's dream. A child's naive dream, with his childhood to youth, changes and disillusions. A meager and sad expectation turned into nothingness and was swallowed up by the sadness brought by poverty. So, unfortunately, it brought me rational and realistic meditation. In this world, "all poor people suffer like me-or worse than me", how can I be detached alone? "I" turned the feather of fantasy into a pen for fighting ... The full text is filled with the tragic atmosphere of disillusionment of ideals and the ruthless destruction of innocent and beautiful hearts. Under the fantasy of childhood and the pursuit of youth, it precipitated dignified sadness and depression, and expressed anger, condemnation and denial of the dark society. The full-text language is simple, but if you ponder it carefully, you will taste a little bitterness; It is full of emotion and anger, casting the author's grief and indignation.

Fountain, as if nothing had happened, is half realistic, half freehand, half descriptive and half associative. Although the fountain is beautiful, it is a pity that it is in an uninhabited and useless place. The title is "Fountain of Useless", and the implication is enlightening. The author sets off an uninhabited quiet and fresh natural environment with fountains, forests and shade, monuments and bronze chickens. There is a stone trough filled with spring water with a small reef and a pair of stemless cups. However, there is no one here. Obviously, this is just a fantasy in the author's mind! But the author hopes this is a reality. From the article, we can see the author's strong desire to transcend the dark reality and live in a bright, quiet, happy and happy society. However, such a society cannot be created out of thin air. "No one can create beautiful and useless things except poets." The author briefly criticizes the dreamers who have poetic illusions about reality, no matter how much they love nature, how good at meditation and how pure their souls are, such fantasies can only be like "useless fountains" and are useless! The author writes "useless fountain", which embodies the theme and intention of the full text with metaphors. The idea is ingenious, implicit, novel and intriguing.

The author's feelings about life in The Rose. Through the description of four kinds of roses: red, yellow, white and black, the author entrusts his complex feelings about life and society. He praised the strong and frank character of Red Rose. Sympathize with the tragic fate of yellow roses; I also wrote a white rose symbolizing love. However, in the author's mind, there is no real love on earth. Love like a white rose is hopeless, lonely and thoughtful. Originally, the black rose was unpleasant. It was black and "sharp", but it never withered, and it always "grew in the human soul", which brought people pain and misfortune. The author here implies that the pure soul of human beings has been distorted by the money society. The full text uses symbolism, which is subtle, but it can also make people feel the author's sad ode, which fully reflects his anguish, anger at the dark social reality and disappointment that he can't find a way out for a while. Because of this, the full text is slightly sad.