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The Beginning of Winter
By William He
The feuilles mortes like strings of broken lyres,
Rent or furled are all late autumn ensigns there.
Now begin the famines of thought and emotion,
Some people with frozen pulses and fire hearts.
To move the faint soul with grief but with delight,
There is moment of an azure hue in plodding life.
How the spirit and flesh make day break at night,
As if that wistful part blown about in fitful winds.
七律 立冬
作者：何威廉
叶点霜氛刚半晚，
昨宵秋色已凄然。
云凉琼阁归途远，
耳热才流阆苑偏。
疑似仙歌飞以太，
且随心景话余年。
倏而风冷吹浮客，
节换时移在眼前。
About this poem
In "The Beginning of Winter," the author explores profound existential themes through metaphors and imagery. The seasonal transition from autumn to winter serves as a powerful metaphor for the emotional and intellectual famines that the speaker experiences, and the poem portrays the tension between emotional desolation and the flickering moments of beauty and insight that punctuate existence. Through the use of contrasts—between warmth and coldness, life and death, spirit and flesh—The author crafts a meditation on the complexities of human experience, where moments of joy and suffering coexist and shape the unfolding of life. The poem leaves readers with a sense of ambivalence about the nature of existence—neither fully bleak nor entirely hopeful, but rather a complex interplay of conflicting forces that make up the texture of life itself. more »
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