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Paul Elijah (1895-1952) is an outstanding contemporary French poet. He wrote poems and fought all his life, participated in Dada movement, surrealism movement and anti fascist struggle. He has published dozens of poetry anthologies, including the painful capital, the deathless death, the public rose, the colorful eyes, poetry and truth, Phoenix, to live here, beast and man, man and beast, current life, natural flowing water, and Ode to peace.
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Among the Surrealist poets, his poems are the most bright and flowing, and more or less exude the flavor of life. His poetic style is simple and plain, full of lyric meaning, and his true feelings are revealed between the lines. He likes to pursue strange metaphors and parallelism syntax, and shows fair ingenuity in trying to break the rhythm of poetry. He took life as his poem and poetry as his life, and his passion remained unchanged all his life.
Character works
To live here
The blue sky left me, I lit a fire,
Light a fire 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 day gave me,
Forests, shrubs, wheat fields, vineyards,
Nests and birds in nests, keys to houses and houses,
Insects, flowers, fur, joy.
I hear the crackle of fire,
Smell its fragrance, feel its warmth,
I am like a boat sinking in the deep water,
I'm like a dead man. I'm alone.
(to live here, 1918)
Direct life
Don't worry
Bonjour tristesse
Engraved in the crevice of your ceiling
You are engraved in my lover's eyes
You are not that sad
Because the poorest people smile
Tell you
Bonjour tristesse
Warm jade body love
The power of love
You gush out warmth
Like a demon without a body
Depressed face
Sad and charming appearance
I'm not alone
In my hand,
Crisp and delicious fruit,
I'm wearing it,
Colorful white flowers,
With pride,
Lying in the arms of the sun,
Happily,
The bird that teases Yiren,
Because of a drop of rain,
And surprise,
Than the morning sky,
More beautiful,
faithful,
I'm talking about gardens,
I have a lot of imagination,
But it's at this moment that I'm born,
love.
(mcdieuses, 1939)
Drowning man
The stones are bouncing in the water,
Light smoke cannot penetrate into the water.
No one can hurt the water elephant,
A piece of skin,
But accept the difference between man and fish,
Caress.
The caught fish struggled to hit the water,
With a bow like sound,
It's dying. It can't,
Swallow the air and sunshine of the world.
And people go down to the bottom of the sea,
For the fish,
Or for the soft but always tight water,
The hard loneliness.
(beast and man, man and beast, 1920)
Tian Niu
People can't take cows,
Grazing on dry grass,
The grass without gentle caress.
Grass for cows,
It should be as soft as velvet,
Sweet as milk.
The mother of the unknown,
For kids, you're not food,
It's milk on the grass.
The grass in front of the cow,
It's the milk in front of the child.
(beast and man, man and beast, 1920)
The unchanging face
Goodbye, sorrow,
Hello, sorrow,
You carve it on the lines on the ceiling,
You are in the eyes I love,
You don't mean poverty at all,
Because the poorest people talk about you,
Lips smile,
Hello, sorrow,
Lovely body love,
The power of love,
How lovely is the appearance of love,
Like an invisible shadow,
Disappointed head,
Beautiful face, sorrow.
(current life, 1932)
The victory of gelniga
Civilians in dilapidated houses,
Mine workers, field farmers,
Faces that endure fire and hunger,
Being rejected, used to the dark, scolded and beaten in the face,
The face of everything,
Now you are in the dark,
Your sacrifice will be a model,
Death, liver, gall,
They pay for bread,
Earth, blue sky, water and sleep,
And the poverty of your lives,
You all have to pay them,
They profess that they are willing to make peace,
They give food to the strong and give food to the children.
trial
When they gave alms, they broke a coin into two,
Every move is polite,
They are stubborn, they exaggerate, they are not like us,
equally
Women and children share the same treasure,
The treasures are green leaves, spring and pure milk,
And in their pure eyes,
The eternal look,
In the eyes of women and children,
They all have the same treasure,
Men have to do their best to defend,
In the eyes of women and children,
They all have the same roses,
Everyone shows their blood,
The fear of life and death, the courage of life and death,
Death is so difficult and so easy,
This treasure is celebrated for men,
This treasure is wasted for men,
Real men, for you,
Disappointments breed a life that devours everything,
Fire of hope
Let's push forward the future together
Let's sprout
Untouchables, death, land,
And the ugliness of our enemies,
The monotonous color of our night,
We will overcome them.
(natural water, 1938)
Phoenix
Phoenix is the couple,
Adam and Eve that,
First, but not last,
A couple of lovers,
I'm the last passer-by on your way,
The last spring, the last snow,
The last war to survive,
Look, we are lower and higher than ever,
We have everything in the fire,
There are pinecones, there are grape branches,
And flowers that are better than running water,
There's mud and dew,
There is fire under our feet and fire above our heads,
Insects, birds and people,
Will fly from our feet,
The flying one is about to land,
The sky is clear and the earth is gloomy,
But black smoke rises to the sky,
The sky lost all its light,
The fire remains in the world,
Fire is the cloud of the heart,
Fire is the whole branch of blood
It sings our tune
It drives away the vapor of our winter
The wearisome sorrow of the night is burning
The ashes turned into joyful and beautiful flowers
We always turn our back to the West
Everything is covered with the color of dawn
(Phoenix, 1951)
Peace chant
The happiness of all their men and women
Meet again - the man is coming back from the sun,
So bring so much warmth.
He first laughed, then said gently: Hello?
Then he hugs and kisses his treasure.
Partners all over the world,
Ha, friend!
Not as good as my wife and kids,
Sitting around the round table,
Ha, friend!
My children are very willful
His eccentricities are all out.
I'm another smart kid,
He made me laugh, made me laugh all the time.
Work!
The labor of my ten fingers and the labor of my brain,
Holy labor, hard labor,
This is my life, our daily hope,
Food for our love.
Work!
Beautiful lover, we want to see your milk
Bloom like a white rose;
Beautiful lover, you should be a mother quickly,
In my image, have a baby.
For a long time, I had a useless face
But now,
I have a face to love
Happy face.
Fruit trees and flowers light up my garden,
Light up the beautiful trees, light up the fruit trees.
I was working, alone in the garden,
The sun burned in my hand with a dim flame.
(Ode to peace, 1918)
catalog
The main melody of the poetry of Paul Ilya 2. Responsibility and uneasiness
3. Animals and people
4. Necessity of life
5. Practice
6. Death without death
7. The capital of pain
8. Forbidden knowledge
9. Love and poetry
10. Perseverance
11. Life at the time
12. Public rose
13. Easygoing
14. Colorful eyes
15. Free hand
16. Open book
17. Bed case
18. Poetry and truth
19. Political poetry
20. Time flow
21. Unforgettable body
22. Within vision
23. Appreciation
24. Leda
Greece, my flower of reason
26. Endless Poems
Picasso, the teacher of freedom
28. Moral collection
29. Phoenix
A chronology of Ilya's life and creation
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