Table of Contents of the Time of Poetry book

Preface 1: The splendor and hidden pain of an era: I read "The Book of Time"

Preface 2: The knowledge of the god Hermes

The Pilgrim's Heart and the Age of the Pilgrim's Fall

Only one person loves you, the Pilgrim's heart, and the traces of time on your sad face.

--"When You Are Old" by Yeats

Love is colder than death

The roses bloom to their fullest...and then wither...

This is the whole story...

Except that I heard the sound:

On the ground

Many tiny footsteps...

--Agatha Christie's "Wild Rose"

Survival

I am the last passer-by on your road

The last spring, the last A Snow

The last battle for survival

--Paul Eluard's "Phoenix"

No one knows what will happen to those who have not been chosen. What will happen in the choice?

The path diverged in the woods covered with yellow leaves.

Unfortunately, I can only choose one of them... --Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

Confusing Philosophy of Life

Everything that exists is reasonable, this is the clear truth. --Alexander Pope's "Treatise on Man"

From "love at first sight" to "accidental encounter"

Since they are strangers to each other, they each identify themselves

Their tracks have never passed each other's station;

But street corners, corridors and stairs have long been used to it

They passed each other for a million moments.

--"Love at First Sight" by Szymborska

Fierce or tired love

Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night and listens to his even breathing

And I feel relieved, but I don’t know

Is it all worth it?

Where does the river go?

Where did those white flowers fly to?

--McNeice's "Fairies"

The seeds of imagery grow wildly in the boundless universe

Why do I have to leave you,

Cut yourself on the sharp blade of night?

--"Taxi" by Amy Lowell

The love of plants and the rational interest of poetry

My love for plants grows slowly,

Beyond the glorious territory of all great empires.

--"To His Shy Girlfriend" by Andrew Marvell

A night pierced by the sun

A man stands alone in the heart of the earth

Pierced by a ray of sunlight:

It was night in a flash.

--Quasimodo's "Night is Soon"

My Little Portuguese

I love you like the simplest daily needs,

It’s like an unconscious need for sunlight and candles.

--No. 43 of Mrs. Browning's "Portuguese Sonnets"

Three Kinds of Love

The furthest distance in the world is not life and death. The distance of death,

But I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you.

--[Anonymous] Rabindranath Tagore

It was just ordinary at that time

Do you remember that one time I forgot to remind you that it was a formal dance?

You showed up wearing jeans?

--An unknown poem by an ordinary American woman

The Catcher in the Rye

If you met me in the wheat field...

--"Walking Through the Wheatfield" by Robert Burns

Destiny and Love

I thought love could last forever, but I was wrong.

The stars are no longer needed, take them all off,

Wrap up the moon, tear down the sun,

Dump the sea, clear the forest,

Because nothing makes sense now.

--Auden's "Funeral Blues"

Because I haven't heard what the Persians have to say

Persians who love the truth don't talk much

A small outpost in the marathon.

--"Persian Sayings" by Robert Graves

The Cat and the Fog on the Kittens' Footsteps

The fog is coming,

Following the steps of a kitten.

--"The Fog" by Carl Sandburg

Find a drunken boat heading to the sea

If I want to look at the water in Europe, I only miss

The dark and cold puddle, in the fragrant evening,

A child full of sadness squatted by the water,

put a fragile butterfly A small boat. -- Rimbaud's "The Drunken Boat"

Wherever there is sunshine, air and land, there are blades of grass growing wildly

Ah, Captain! My captain! We have completed a thrilling voyage...

--Walter Whitman, "O Captain!" My captain! 》

When people no longer believe that "talents are not appreciated"

How many crystal clear jewels in the world

are buried in the dark and unfathomable seabed:

There are so many flowers in the world that are in full bloom but no one knows about them,

distributing their fragrance to the desolate air. --Thomas Gray's "Graveside Elegy"

A useless poet in an empty age

I am just a useless poet in an empty age.

--"Paradise of the Earth" by William Morris

Postscript: A season of sleeping in the open air, passing a button of a mobile phone message