How to write modern poetry with a sense of meaning, a modern poem with a sense of meaning?

Poetic heart jumps. The poetic weirdness is one of the characteristics of modernist poetry. Ezra Pound, who won the National Prize for Literature in a psychiatric hospital, argues that Pound was a student of Yeats W. B. Yeats.

James Joyce's best friend, Eliot's classmate, Hemingway's teacher. The main characteristics of modernist poetry, especially Imagist poetry, are the main characteristics of modernist poetry, especially Imagist poetry, to create an uncatchable ideological sculpture, or to arrange an invisible ideological abyss, so that readers can have a gap and trap for understanding.

in a station of the metrothe apparition of these faces in the crowd;

petals on a wet, black bough.

Translation: The looming of these faces in the crowd; Petals on wet, swarthy branches. —Pound, "At the Subway Station."

lz feel it.

The modern poems of the intentional context are as follows:

1, "Homesickness".

Excerpt from the original text: The song of the hometown is a clear flute, which always sounds at night when there is a stool to stop the moon. The appearance of his hometown is a vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog.

Appreciation: Xi Murong summarizes this nostalgia in a short seven-line three-stanza poem: the first verse writes that the hometown dates are fresh and swirling, and the flute "always sounds at night when there is a moon", just imagine how many nights there is no moonlight in the four seasons of the year, which is a metaphor for the wanderer who is nostalgic for his hometown all the time.

2, "Accidental".

Excerpt from the original text: I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves. You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice. In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

Appreciation: In such a short poem, Xu Zhimo uses such a simple artistic conception, such a strict format, and such a concise melody to point out a hazy and balanced, small and boundless world. As we walk in this world, we have many sighs of life, how many memories of the past, and how many memories of the past ......However, it is not as good as crying and complaining, let alone crying and grabbing the earth.

3, "Farewell to Cambridge".

Excerpt from the original text: Gently I go, just as I come gently; I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky. The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset; The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

Appreciation: The whole poem takes the emotional ups and downs of parting from Kangqiao as a clue, expressing the deep affection for Kangqiao. The poet started with a gentle walk to beckon to say goodbye to the clouds, and then used the technique of virtual and real to depict a flowing picture, constituting a wonderful artistic conception everywhere, meticulously expressing the poet's love for Kangqiao, the longing for the past life, and the helpless sorrow in front of him sincerely, richly and timelessly.

Artistic conception refers to the kind of poetic space presented in lyrical works, where scenes are blended, virtual and real are born, and the rhythm of life is active. The following is a beautiful inspirational poem I have compiled for you, I hope you like it.

Haizi. Sister, I'm in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.

Sister, I only have the Gobi tonight.

At the end of the prairie, I was empty-handed.

Can't hold a teardrop when grieving.

Sister, I'm in Delingha tonight.

This is a desolate city in the rain.

Except for those passing by'and residential.

Delingha ......Tonight.

This is the only, last, lyrical.

This is the only, last, steppe.

I give the stone back to the stone.

Let the victory win.

Tonight the barley belongs only to him.

Everything is growing.

Tonight I only have the beautiful Gobi Desert empty.

Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I only think about you.

It rained again in my sky, and my heart was like a watery town, damp and cool.

The girl who did not hold a paper umbrella was leisurely in the rainy alley, wandering endlessly.

I looked down at the village, the fishing songs were singing late, and the boat fire was dusk.

Occasionally, there was a few jingles, and the smoke drifted along the river.

Half-drunk, he reused the piano, his fingertips flicked, and the wisps were melodious.

The smoke and rain are like fog on the boat, splashing ink on the south of the Yangtze River, and thoughts wandering.

And then a fine wine, and sing and drink, and sing and sing.

Relying on the column to send Xi Wen Dictionaries, pampering and forgetting, the ink is full of fragrance.

Neruda. I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared, you listen to me from afar, but my voice cannot reach you.

It's as if your eyes have flown away, like a kiss that seals your mouth.

Just as all things fill my soul, you emerge from all things and fill my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams.

You are like the word melancholy.

I like that you are silent, as if you are gone.

You sound like you're lamenting, a butterfly that screams like a dove.

You hear me from afar, and my voice can't reach you :

Let me be silent in your silence.

And let me speak to you through your silence, your silence is as bright as a lamp, as simple as a ring, and you are like the night, with loneliness and stars.

Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright.

I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared, distant and sad, as if you are dead.

At that time, a word, a smile, was enough.

And I'm going to be happy, happy because it's not real.

"Broken Chapter" Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Relatively] good poems are readable, and some people say that these four sentences are "enough to read for a lifetime". You may have different experiences at different stages of life.

Accidental" Xu Zhimo.

By chance. I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves

You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice.

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

Encounter] It is said that this was written by Xu Zhimo after he met Lin Huiyin by chance. The clouds and water are thousands of miles apart, and occasionally the clouds are projected on the center of the wave, but they disappear in an instant. Chance meeting, but parting in a hurry, isn't this life?

Far and Near" Gu Cheng.

You. Look at me in a moment.

Look at the clouds for a while. I think.

You look at me far away.

It's very close when you look at the clouds.

Distance] "You" and "I" are close at hand, but far away like floating clouds; "You" and "Cloud" are as far away as the end of the world, but they are close at hand. In just 24 words, three images, "you", "me", and "cloud", are like a blank painting, giving people the best imagination space and making people reminisce for a long time.

Once upon a time, it was slow" Mu Xin.

I remember when I was a teenager earlier.

Everyone is sincere.

Say a word is a sentence.

Early morning train station.

The long street is dark and free of pedestrians.

A small shop selling soy milk is steaming.

The old days have slowed down.

Cars, horses, and mail are slow.

There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime.

The old lock is beautiful, too.

The keys are beautifully presented.

If you lock it, people will understand.

Accustomed to the fast-paced life, we miss and yearn for the simple slow life, no hamburgers, hot soy milk; There are no hurried pedestrians, there are neighbors who meet and greet each other. At that time, the roads were not wide, and there were not many cars, and my lover at that time was very sincere and always showed a smiling face......I miss this life.