they knew you wouldn't come, they guessed.
Do you remember how cute it was that day?
holiday! I don't need a coat.
You came today, and it turned into a
cloudy, dull day,
raining non-stop, and a little late, the
branches shrunken and the raindrops never ending.
Words can't soothe, and a handkerchief can't be wiped off.
—— Tarkovsky's "Yesterday I Waited From Early Morning", when Chen Ligui translated and
watched Andrei Tarkovsky's film "Mirror", she was moved by the poignant poems in the narration. "Yesterday I Waited Since Morning" is one of them. Andrei Tarkovsky's films are often interspersed with the poems of his poet father, Tarkovsky. Tarkovsky, with his superb poetic skills, profound spiritual connotations and touching full emotions People are awe-inspiring, and it makes people hate seeing each other late.
This poem records a complicated encounter about love. It begins with waiting, and "waiting from early morning", this temporal emphasis helps to cut into the theme of love (and only waiting for lovers begins with the best time in the early morning). Compared with ordinary waiting, waiting about love can be described as "waiting in waiting" - it presents the excitement at the beginning of waiting, the suffering in waiting, and the loss after waiting as a series of events, which are cast and strengthened. .
"They know you're not coming, they guess." Who are they? How do they know you won't come? They guess. Although I also know that you will not come, this is destined to be an endless wait, but I still firmly believe in my heart: you will come! You will definitely come! In the next moment you are waiting, you may appear, appear like a miracle, come like an angel, and give me a great surprise. "Do you remember how lovely that day was?" Even if you really don't come, your heart will definitely be touched by this long wait, if not the heart of a stone.
Waiting seems to me to be a habit, a ritual. It's as eagerly awaited as the holidays. "I don't need a coat", I just want sincerity. A heart, a sincere heart.
What is the end of the wait? "Today you come and it becomes a cloudy, dull day". There is an unexpected turn here, and it is this turn that breaks the cliché of love poetry and begins to bring a depth to the poem. At this time, "it rained non-stop, and it was a little late", it was indeed a little late (not only alluding to dusk, but also from yesterday to today, there has been a long waiting and time interval), this rain came from the dark clouds Inside, it is given emotional weight and meaning. "Branch shrinks", the language is specific and rich in texture, which makes people tremble physically and mentally, as if experiencing everything that makes people "cold". "Raindrops can't be finished", they will not finish, nor can they finish, like an emotional hourglass.
There is another paragraph at the end, which is full of meaning and just right, as if another poem can be found from here. How can "words" comfort you when you are so hurt? How to wipe off the "handkerchief"? Love is like wine, causing strong intoxication, and the heart is full of green bottles.
Looking back on the whole poem, the powerful turning points in the two stanzas before and after can easily make people wonder why the "rain" started to fall after the meeting, and it kept falling. There seems to be a complex emotional entanglement and encounter here, perhaps the poet is writing about a spiritual "absence" in a more essential sense. It is this absence that finally fails the wait, turns hope into disappointment, and consoles the soul. People are evoked by an inexplicable "nostalgia" in the late rain, which fits well with the nostalgic theme of many classic films by the Poet's Son (one of which is called "Nostalgia").
Finally, I posted a short poem of my own below, hoping to make a footnote to Tarkovsky's original poem -
the street at dusk
is cut by noise. The silent water flows through the street at dusk.
I wait for you, standing alone in this city A corner of the
rain fell in my heart, a strange face, the branches shrank,
you fly like a cloud, imprinting cold and scars on
my soul I used to have a pair of angel wings, now I just look up
and the night is at my feet Spread out like a shroud
(December 2008)
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