“Loneliness is Charming”: Go our way, loneliness is a good precursor
“Loneliness is Charming”: Go our way, loneliness is a good precursor
Someone said: “The first object of love in life should be yourself. Write poems to yourself, talk to yourself, calm down in space, and listen to your heartbeat and breathing.”
This is the most healing and vivid description of loneliness I have ever heard.
After reading the book “Loneliness is Charming”, I realized that it was Emily Dickinson, an American poetess in the 19th century, who put this sentence into practice.
“Solitude is Charming” is a collection of poems, and Emily Dickinson is its creator. She is known as the pioneer of modernist poetry in the 20th century and one of the greatest American poets.
Since she was 25 years old, she left the crowd, gave up socializing, and remained unmarried all her life. Love and her always pass by.
Throughout her life, she has been asking and answering with the world, communicating with nature, talking to herself, and writing poems to herself.
During more than 30 years of living alone, she wrote more than 1,700 poems. Although these poems are shining brightly, they have the same lonely fate as her master.
It was not until Dickinson’s death that these poems, which were dusty in a drawer and had never been published before, came into people’s field of vision and amazed everyone.
This is thanks to Dickinson’s sister. It was she who did not follow Dickinson’s last words to burn these poems. Otherwise, we will miss this book.
It can be seen from this that Dickinson lived in a secluded corner during his lifetime, enjoying himself, and after his death, he did not want to disturb anyone, but only wanted to be safe. It really engraved the word “loneliness” into my life.
It is such an author who is almost autistic, and her poems that reach the soul one after another wonderfully untie the first button of loneliness for the world, conveying love and hope.
Loneliness turns out to be a poem
“I hid in a flower, let you wear it on my chest, you didn’t realize it, you wore me — — -”
“I hid in a flower and withered in your bottle. You didn’t realize it. What you felt was almost a kind of loneliness.”
Read word by word, slowly. A beautiful woman appeared in front of my eyes, with her hair lightly tied in a bun, her hand leaning on the window lattice, overlooking the garden, her eyes were focused, and there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of her mouth.
Dickinson hid his loneliness in his poems. Whether it blooms in front of the chest or withers in the bottle, in the end, no one notices.
Loneliness is obviously gloomy and should exude a rotten atmosphere, but this legendary female poet makes loneliness exude a charming fragrance.
Probably right. it is said, “The essence of aesthetics may be loneliness.”
Lonely, let the poet sigh: “Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, I will never forget.”
Lonely, let the French poet Lamartine sigh: “There is no happiness waiting for me everywhere”.
Loneliness makes people expect to say: “In this city, I believe that there must be someone who thinks the same thing, with a similar frequency, and arranges to meet me at the lonely exit of a certain station.”
So, I have to admit that there is something charming about being alone.
It is sometimes like a philosopher. When we stare at it, it strips away the cocoons, dissects human nature, and allows our thoughts to grow freely. Ordinary language seems to be unable to carry it, making us want to chant and sing.
Sometimes, it also makes us confused. Occasionally, it is a deep well that makes us unable to see to the bottom, silent and melancholy in deep thought. Most of the time, it seems to be just a pair of eyes that can understand us, making us naturally relaxed, calm, and happy.
I think Dickinson should have a deep understanding of the true taste of “loneliness”. So she loves her life alone in her poems recklessly, and through her poems, she loves this colorful world.
Then, these magical verses, just like this, transcended a hundred years of history, resonated with us, and soothed the most secret loneliness in our hearts.
Loneliness is actually a kind of power
“No ship can carry people far away like a book, and no horse can take people far away like a page of poetry.”
Dickinson put his love of reading and writing so directly into his poems.
She once said that if she had Shakespeare, she would need nothing.
In the little room that belonged to her, Dickinson immersed herself in reading Bronte’s poems and Shakespeare’s plays.
Reading is indeed a personal thing. Thinking is indeed a personal thing. In-depth reading and thinking are extremely lonely things.
Fortunately, Dickinson said, loneliness was in her nature.
It is also this nature that allows a woman who stays at home to gain the power to cross mountains and seas and let her soul fly.
The loneliness in the eyes of the world is so appropriately turned into fertile soil to nourish the talent of this secluded poet.
Perhaps, in this world, all things with some depth are lonely.
Loneliness gives birth to new ideas and accumulates creative inspiration.
Adam and Eve, feeling alone, walked out of the Garden of Eden.
Thoreau, in the remote Walden Pond, lived alone for two years and two months, and wrote the famous “Walden Pond”.
Someone said: “Mediocre people love excitement, wise people love loneliness.”
Huxley, a British scientist, even said categorically: “The greater and more original people are, the more they like solitude.”
Loneliness is indeed an unusual force. It seems to conceive all possibilities in life.
Some people find themselves lonely. Some people sublimate their emotions in loneliness. Some people exercise their courage in loneliness.
The poet Dickinson, in solitude, completed the exploration of fate and death.
It is conceivable that in countless days and nights, she let the hustle and bustle of the world, thinking alone, in the cold, organized her thoughts, wrote sorrows and joys, wise and intelligent.
In her long or short poems, we can always feel the beating of her thoughts. Those thoughts, like a sharp sword guarding her, gave her peace of mind.
Loneliness will eventually make life rich
“The morning sun is softer than ever, and the chestnuts are brown and lovely; the cheeks of the berries are full, and the roses are blooming in the fields.”
Dickinson’s gaze always seemed to linger among the trees and flowers. She always easily captures the beauty and agility of everything.
I always wonder if the poetess would have found the chestnut brown and the berry cheeks lovely if she hadn’t lived in isolation, dealing with all of life’s surprises, as we do.
Perhaps, the poet is so vigilant that he does not let himself fall into endless trivialities, but keeps a deep distance from the world, and fully experiences the richness of life.
Just think about it, in that time and space where the morning sun is softer than in the past, the poet’s state of mind is so peaceful and gentle as if there are waves of ripples in his heart, and poetic and picturesque lingering all over his body.
Such a day, how fragrant and wanton, such a mood, how sweet and clear.
Marquez, the author of “One Hundred Years of Solitude”, obviously likes this kind of loneliness, he said:
“The best state of a person is when he is alone, quiet, and at ease. You don’t have to deal with other people’s emotions, and you don’t have to deliberately judge others’ minds. You can accompany yourself and return to your true self.”
Yes, loneliness allows us to see our true selves and the true world, bringing us closer to our souls.
However, not everyone likes to be alone, not everyone can accept loneliness calmly, let alone enjoy it.
But it is undeniable that each of us, whether we like loneliness or not, will eventually walk with loneliness on the way to getting old without exception.
Therefore, tell the world: “Only when you dare to be alone can you enjoy the abundance of life.”
When we try to let go of our inner obsessions and stop being burdened by fame and fortune when we try to let go of our fanatical desires and stop paying for extravagance.
Only then will our hearts calm down slowly, and we will be able to see flowers as flowers and trees as trees, return others to others, return ourselves to ourselves, let the past pass, and let the future come.
When we learn to get along with our own hearts and listen to our own voice, life will return to its true meaning.
Loneliness is the gift of life. A rich life begins when we learn to enjoy solitude.
In life, all experiences are the solo of the soul. No one should drink, it is the norm.
Instead of being afraid of loneliness and resisting loneliness, it is better to learn to enjoy loneliness.
The poet Dickinson’s world is both narrow and vast. It’s not that she was born great, but she learned to enjoy solitude.
Her poems are brisk in tone and profound in artistic conception. Reading at leisure is like a crack in the heart with sunlight shining into it.
Even when talking about serious topics such as fate and death, it doesn’t feel heavy. It’s like a conversation with the woman next door. She guides our thinking and gives us more life experience.
Lonely, let her have a poet’s perspective. Loneliness gave her the strength to overcome the outside world.
Let us, on the way of growing up, constantly enrich our hearts, accumulate the courage to accompany loneliness, cultivate the taste of enjoying loneliness, learn slowly, and fly through the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys of the world without being too much fettered.
For the rest of our life, I hope we can live like a rose in the desert among all living beings, and dare to spit flowers alone in the desolation.
