My Loneliness is a Garden: Selected Poems of Adonis
About This Novel
The world has left me covered with wounds, but what grew out of the wounds were wings. The darkness that comes over me makes me shine even brighter. Loneliness is also a ladder for me to climb towards the light. This is the first Chinese version of a collection of poems by the world-famous Syrian poet Adonis. With Adonis's personal authorization, the translator selected and translated the seventeen collections of poems from the poet's entry into the poetry world nearly fifty years ago. The poet Adonis is a rebel with a clear attitude, who fights against power and current customs with his indomitable stubbornness. His poetry is a window into the current situation of Arab society. He was saddened by the suffering suffered by his motherland, lamented that he was not tolerated by his motherland, and felt sad and angry at the backwardness of the entire Arab nation.
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The world has left me covered with wounds, but what grew out of the wounds are wings. You can spend an hour reading this collection of poems by Adonis, or you can chew on them for a long, long time.
My favorite is "I enthroned myself and became the king of the wind." This is a great sentence, a sense of wandering, an exile.
What are wings? A whisper from the sky in my ears. What is the sky? The ladder you just climbed up suddenly broke. What is sunset? Sweat falling from the sun. What is a mirage? The sun wears clothes of sand, but it wants to imitate water. What is hope? Use the language of life to describe death. What is despair? Use the language of death to describe life. What is poverty? Graves moving across the earth. What is life? Walking towards dusk without stopping. What is time? The clothes we put on can never be taken off. What is the afterlife? A house we like to see, but not live in.
How to become a brave person who has nothing to fear
Your true triumph Because you keep destroying your triumphal arch
I swear to write on water I swear to share the burden for Sisyphus That silent rock I swear to always be with Sisyphus Withstand high heat and sparks I want to be in the blind eyes Looking for the last feather Facing the green grass, facing the autumn Poetry written in dust I vow to be with Sisyphus
There is no heaven behind me no depravity
Forgetting has a harp, but memory uses it to play silent sadness.
Sadness comes from bliss
Adonis's works are rich in imagery, vivid in language, and complete in narrative. They are rare masterpieces with extremely high standards of artistry and philosophy. I've read it several times and still can't put it down.
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Official(16)Scraped 21d ago
The world has left me covered with wounds, but what grew out of the wounds are wings. You can spend an hour reading this collection of poems by Adonis, or you can chew on them for a long, long time.
My favorite is "I enthroned myself and became the king of the wind." This is a great sentence, a sense of wandering, an exile.
What are wings? A whisper from the sky in my ears. What is the sky? The ladder you just climbed up suddenly broke. What is sunset? Sweat falling from the sun. What is a mirage? The sun wears clothes of sand, but it wants to imitate water. What is hope? Use the language of life to describe death. What is despair? Use the language of death to describe life. What is poverty? Graves moving across the earth. What is life? Walking towards dusk without stopping. What is time? The clothes we put on can never be taken off. What is the afterlife? A house we like to see, but not live in.
How to become a brave person who has nothing to fear
Your true triumph Because you keep destroying your triumphal arch
I swear to write on water I swear to share the burden for Sisyphus That silent rock I swear to always be with Sisyphus Withstand high heat and sparks I want to be in the blind eyes Looking for the last feather Facing the green grass, facing the autumn Poetry written in dust I vow to be with Sisyphus
There is no heaven behind me no depravity
Forgetting has a harp, but memory uses it to play silent sadness.
Sadness comes from bliss
Adonis's works are rich in imagery, vivid in language, and complete in narrative. They are rare masterpieces with extremely high standards of artistry and philosophy. I've read it several times and still can't put it down.
