Hardy (1840-1928) was a great British novelist and poet from the end of the 19th century to the beginning of the 20th century. He was born in a poor and laboring family. His father was a mason, and later became a village foreman, and his mother worked as a maid and cook. Hardy became one of the greatest British writers by hard work, self-taught, and achieved excellent results in both fiction and poetry, and, like Lawrence, is a rare great achievement in both fiction and poetry. writer.
Hardy met Emma Gifford (1840-1912) in 1870. He was a lowly architect at the time, sent to Cornwall to restore St. Julian's Church, where he met Emma, the wife and sister of the local parish priest. Emma looks average, but has a certain talent in literature and art. Therefore, the two have quite a common language, from acquaintance and then fell in love. Of course, in this process, Hardy, who belongs to the commoner class, was in an active position. He pursued Emma, who belonged to the middle class, quite diligently. In the end, his dream came true and he married in September 1874. After their marriage, they were in love with each other, and the couple sang along with each other, and their feelings were very strong. Emma also helped Hardy a lot: it prompted him to determine the correct life goal, and gave him a great support and influence in literary creation - discussing and discussing together On the creative side, as the first reader, he made constructive comments on the work and helped him to transcribe a large number of manuscripts. However, in harmony there are occasional dissonances. Emma was "slightly intelligent, narrow-minded" and more vain, "often proudly showing off her own background slightly better than Hardy's in married life", and tried to keep her husband firmly in her own hands. Therefore, some small unpleasantness often becomes the dissonance of sweet and harmonious life. The dissonance became stronger and stronger, and eventually turned into a harsh quarrel, even to the point of separation. The two separated, of course, the main reason was that Emma was a religious believer, while Hardy was later influenced by Darwin's theory of evolution, and his religious concept became weaker and weaker. He even believed that religion did not play its due role in improving human living conditions, but became a It is a tool that binds people's thoughts and suppresses people's natural feelings, and in the novels "Tess of the D'Urbervilles" and "Jude the Nameless", this is vividly expressed. A devout religious believer, Emma, was disgusted, disgusted, and openly fought against Hardy's increasingly serious heresy, which eventually led to the tragedy of two people living under the same roof but never communicating with each other. However, death reconciled them. Moreover, Hardy fell deeply in love with Emma again after losing Emma, and understood how real and how deep his love for her was.
Emma died on November 27, 1912. A few months before her death, she often recalled the scene of her first acquaintance and love with Hardy, as well as the experience of their travel together. She was full of nostalgia for the wonderful time that had passed, and put it into writing, writing "Some Memories". Hardy found "Some Memories" written by his wife when she was cleaning up her belongings after her death. The death of his wife had already stirred up grief and pity in his heart, and the call of this sweet memory made Hardy suddenly ignite his passion for Emma: he finally understood how real his love for Emma was, How deep is the love! So, regardless of his age and hard work, he revisited the places he and Emma traveled in the past, and integrated his real feelings, regrets, deep thoughts, and philosophy of life into more than one hundred wonderful songs. The love poems, thus forming the famous "Emma group poems" in the history of literature. The English poet and critic George Macbeth said: "After Emma's death in 1912, Hardy's affection for her erupted again. The hundred poems he wrote about their relationship, as a group of poems, were not only his The best work, and it is also the essence and treasure of English love poems." Overall, this group of poems mainly includes three aspects.
The first is to show the first acquaintance and love with Emma in the past in the form of memories, to express the sincerity and beauty of love, and to express one's deep affection for Emma. In Greenstone, he recalls his unforgettable first meeting with Emma: "It happened only once, / Before life became rigid and boring, / When I was quarrying stone I went to the quarry, / looking for a kind of green slate.// As I looked around, / I found a slim figure, / against the background of the quarry, / with a majestic gaze and a pretty face. / / Now, despite the fact that Fifty years have passed, / How many dreams and duties have vanished, / My hand rolls the dice of strange points, / Her countenance has all turned to dust, / / But the green slate - no matter how high High ridges, / or carried in wagons, carts, trucks - / all shouting: 'Our home is there - / in the quarry where you saw her slim!'" "Image in the Scenery" recalled From when I first met Emma and pursued her: "She went on joyfully, / Sitting on the green steep slope, / And I stood behind, so that with pencil / To draw her image in the beauty;/ Soon it was cloudy and raindrops fell, / But I continued to paint, not caring for the rain / It got wet and stained / My drawings were like a weird prank / Leaves a smudged image.//So I drew that line Scenery: / She sits alone in the rain curtain, / Wrapped in a headscarf, the picture only shows her figure, / There is rain all around. / - We leave there soon, / But her wet image is still the same The goddess in the scene, / And it will never change, indeed, / Although the place no longer remembers her, since that day, / I don’t know anything about her.” In a subtle way, he wrote the first love. Ma, burst into passion in the unease, and the two reluctantly kissed goodbye: "She is like a bird descending from the sky, / stops on the cold and wet lawn, / walks alone in the twilight of the morning, / wears nothing. A headscarf. To part with me, / Candles were lit indoors, / This made everything outside / seem eerie, ghostly.// The parting moment itself was ghostly, / At the time I seemed to think/ This goodbye was never again Maybe/there is a chance to meet her again./I don't see how fast everything is changing,/from our birth until we met,/the 'plan' that has always manipulated us/finally worked://I couldn't see it at all at the time Thoroughly, / This time is the prelude to a play, / I didn't think that from this small beginning, / What fate will draw; / So I stood up, as if driven by some / irresistible, / I passed through The glass door walks towards her, / She is still independent of the grey morning.// 'I have to go...bye!' I said, / as I followed Behind her, / through the alley covered with branches; / 'I have to go now! '/Even then, a single feather/may tipped the scales of love,/--but when we entered the house together, half of her cheeks were flushed. "And then, he wrote about the happiness and the spring breeze after he and Emma sincerely fell in love: "When I set off to Leones, / A hundred miles away, / The branches were covered with a layer of frost, / The stars were shining. My loneliness, / When I set off to Leones, / A hundred miles away. //When I stay in Lyonnais, what will my luck be? /No prophet can guess, /The shrewdest sorcerer dare not instruct: /While I linger in Leones, /what my luck will be. //When I came back from Leones,/Eyes were full of charm,/All silent wonders/Glistened with deep and rare light,/When I came back from Leones/Eyes were full of charm! He also described the beauty of the lovers and the environment as well as the sincere love of the two when he fell in love with Emma, such as "Bini Cliff": "Ah, the rippling west coast, milky white stones, sapphire crystals, / There is a woman with blond hair fluttering and riding a horse on the top of a high cliff, / I am in love with her for ten minutes, and she loves me sincerely and faithfully. //The white seagulls wailed below us, the waves under the cloud sky/As if in the distance, busy with their never-ending chatter/On a sunny March day, our laughter echoed on the high cliffs..."
The second is the boredom in the married life and even the discord between the two, which shows the weakness of Emma's character. He wrote about the blandness of their married and domestic life, as in "We Sitting at the Window": "We sat at the window and looked out, / It was St. Swithin's Day, and the rain / fell like a curtain. Every gutter and The downspouts / all chattering / Silly words: / That St. Swithin's day, she and I / stayed in the house, there seemed to be nothing to read, / nothing to kill.// We hated the rain, bored ourselves, /Because I don’t know, and she can’t guess/She can read and guess how much I think,/I know how much she thinks/And praise it./The good years of the two were wasted in vain, /The waste is too serious, that seven Months/When the heavy rain doesn't stop." Also wrote about the conflict between the two, such as "She Accuses Me": "She accuses me of having a good talk with another woman many years ago, / Just here we are sitting The room-// That night, it rained incessantly, / pounding on the roof and the road below, making my mood more and more depressed...//- she kept accusing, looking serious, / eyes grim , speaks as sharp as Cupid's arrows, / The tender fingers are still poking.//If she speaks softly and kindly, / Doesn't make so much fuss,/ And think of her infatuation before she takes the stage,//Then, A kiss is enough to put things to rest. / But by the pause and tone of her speech, / I know that the curtain of the stage is about to come down, / To end this scene between the queen and the slave." It also wrote of Emma's dispute after the two quarreled. Competitive and unwilling to show weakness: "If you ever cried, if you came to me with teary eyes, / With big bright eyes that sparkled with tears, as pure as dawn, / Then all the joy that the bad news took away will come back one after another. , / A new beginning, a fresh and beautiful sky will smooth out the twisted things. / But you are not weak, and do not want to depend on others emotionally, / Whenever I am close, you control yourself and become reserved and silent; / Ah, even though your hearts and mine are equally painful in the storms that arise from time to time, I have never seen you shed a tear.//The strong woman is actually the weakest, the weak is strong;/The woman wins by The most effective weapon you never use, / You can't, won't let the tears flow during long hours of pain? / Could it be that this talent has never been given to you, or has been rejected by you? / That night or the next day when I insist that I will not forgive you, / Why don't you learn from those women who cry like rain, and make a scene with me? / You are too sentimental, so that there is no cure for your grief and sorrow, / And also cause our deep sorrow The estrangement, the hidden pain and sorrow.”
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