Among the surrealist poets, his poems are the most lucid and beautiful, giving off more or less the flavor of life. His poetry style is simple and easy, full of lyricism, and his true feelings are reflected between the lines. He likes to pursue strange metaphor and parallelism syntax, and shows fair ingenuity in trying to break the rhythm of poetry. He takes life as his poem and poetry as his life. His passion is undiminished throughout his life. His poems are counted in thousands.
To Live Here
Paul luard Light a fire in order to be a friend of fire,
Light a fire to enter the deep winter night,
Light a fire for a better life.
I gave fire to everything that the day gave me,
Forests, shrubs, wheat fields, vineyards,
Nests and birds in nests, houses and house keys,
Insects, flowers, fur, joy.
I heard the crackle of fire,
Smell its fragrance, feel its warmth,
I sink like a boat in the deep closed water,
I am like a dead man, only alone.
(To Live Here, 1918)
Direct Life
Don't worry
Bonjour tristesse
You carved in the gap of the ceiling
You engraved in my lover's eyes
You are not that sad
Because the poorest people will smile
Tell you
Bonjour tristesse
Warm Jade Love
Power of love
Your warmth gushes out
Like a demon without body
Depressed face
Sad and charming appearance
I'm not alone
Holding it in your hand,
Crisp and delicious fresh fruit,
Wearing clothes,
Colorful white flowers,
Proudly,
Lying in the arms of the sun,
Happily,
The birds that tease people,
Because of a drop of rain,
And surprise,
Than the morning sky,
More beautiful,
faithful,
I'm talking about gardens,
I am full of imagination,
But it is at this moment that I came into being,
love.
(Mcdieusses, 1939)
Drowner
The stone jumps in the water,
Light smoke cannot penetrate into water.
No one can hurt the water elephant,
A piece of skin,
But accept people and fish,
Caress.
The caught fish struggled to hit the water,
Make a bowstring sound,
It's going to die, no more,
Swallow the air and sunshine in the world.
And people sink into the sea,
For the fish,
Or for the soft but always tightly closed water surface,
The agonizing loneliness.
(Animal and Man, Man and Beast, 1920)
Tian Niu
People can't take cows,
Grazing on dry grassland,
The grass without gentle caress.
Grass for cows,
It should be as soft as velvet,
As sweet as milk.
Silent mother,
For children, you are not food,
It's milk on the grass.
Grass in front of cows,
It is the milk in front of the child.
(Animal and Man, Man and Beast, 1920)
The Constant Face
Goodbye, sorrow,
Hello, Sorrow,
You carved lines on the ceiling,
You are imprinted in the eyes I love,
You don't mean poverty,
Because the poorest people talk about you,
The lips also smile,
Hello, Sorrow,
Lovely body love,
The power of love,
How lovely love appears,
Like an invisible shadow,
Disappointed head,
Beautiful face, sad.
(Current Life, 1932)
The Victory of Gaelic
Civilians in shabby houses,
Workers in mines, farmers in fields,
Bear the face of fire and hunger,
Being rejected, accustomed to darkness, being scolded and beaten,
Be ready to taste all the faces,
Now you have entered the nether world,
Your sacrifice will become a model,
Death, liver cracking,
Bread, they want you to pay for it,
Land, blue sky, drinking and sleeping,
And your poverty,
You all have to pay them,
They profess to be willing to live in harmony,
They give rations to the strong and give them to the children.
trial
They gave alms and broke a coin in half,
Every move is courteous,
They are obstinate, they exaggerate, they are not with us,
equally
Women and children have the same treasure,
This treasure is green leaves, spring and pure milk,
And in their pure eyes,
The permanent vision,
In the eyes of women and children,
Have the same treasure,
The men should try their best to defend,
In the eyes of women and children,
All have the same rose,
Everyone shows their blood,
Fear of life and death, courage of life and death,
Death is so difficult and so easy,
This treasure is praised for men,
This treasure was wasted for men,
Real men, for you,
Disappointment breeds something that can swallow everything,
Fire of hope
Let's work together to promote the future
Sprouting
Dalits, death, land,
And the ugliness of our enemies,
The monotonous color of our night,
We will defeat them.
(Natural Flowing Water, 1938)
Phoenix
Phoenix is that pair of lovers,
Adam and Eve,
First but not last,
A couple of lovers,
I am the last passer-by on your way,
The last spring, the last snow,
The last war for survival,
Look, we are lower and higher than ever before,
We have everything in the fire,
There are pinecones and grape branches,
And flowers that are better than running water,
There are mud and dew drops,
We have fire under our feet and fire above our heads,
Insects, birds and people,
Will fly from our feet,
The flying ones are about to land,
The sky is clear and the earth is gloomy,
But black smoke rose up into the sky,
The sky lost all its light,
The flame remains in the world,
Fire is the cloud of the soul,
Flame is the whole branch of blood
It sings our tune
It dispels our winter moisture
The wearisome sorrow of the night burned up
Ashes become happy and beautiful flowers
We always turn our backs to the west
Everything is covered with the color of dawn
Ode to Peace
All the happy women and their men
Meet again - the man is coming back from the sun,
So it brings so much warmth.
He smiled first, then said gently: How are you?
Then kiss his treasure.
Partners all over the world,
Ha, friend!
Is not equal to my wife and children,
Sitting around the round table,
Ha, friend!
My child is very headstrong -
All his eccentricities were vented.
I'm another smart and playful child,
He made me laugh and kept me laughing.
Work!
The labor of my ten fingers and the mental labor,
Sacred labor is hard labor,
This is my life, our daily hope,
The food of our love.
Work!
Beautiful lover, we want to see your milk
Blossom like white roses;
Beautiful lover, you should be a mother quickly,
In my image, give birth to a child.
For a long time, I have a useless face
But now,
I have a face that can make people love
Happy face.
The flowers of fruit trees illuminate my garden,
Light up beautiful trees, light up fruit trees.
I was working alone in the garden,
The sun burned in my hands with a dark flame.
(Ode to Peace, 1918)
Selected Poems of Paul Aluya
- one
The main melody of Aluya's poetry
2. Responsibility and uneasiness
3. Animals and their people
4. Necessity of life
5. Exercise
6. Undead death
7. The Capital of Pain
8. Prohibition
9. Love and Poetry
10. Tenacity
11. Time Life
12. Public Rose
13. Easy going
14. Bright eyes
15. Free hand
16. Open book
17. Bed Case
18. Poetry and Truth
19. Political Poetry Collection
20. Time flowing
21. Memorable body
22. Within vision
23. Appreciation Collection
24. Leda
25. Greece, my flower of reason
26. Continuous poetry
27. Picasso, a good teacher of freedom
28. Moral Collection
29. Phoenix
30 Aluya's Life and Creation Chronicle
