The Legacy of Christina Rossetti

People have been reading, listening to music, and admiring paintings and sculptures all the time, such as grotesque thoughts such as cultivating sentiment, learning knowledge, and philosophical philosophies. It’s as if we are reading a book to learn the ability to show off to people; listening to music is to get a pass for the society; to appreciate painting is to let their so-called “taste” over others. The first thing people think of when writing is that there must be law. A certain method, if you do it, you can write something that is amazing. People will draw a circle, circle themselves and some people, and the people in the circle will follow each other step by step, rejecting the idiots outside the circle from the bottom of their hearts. They thought that the mystery of everything was imprisoned in this small circle, like mosquitoes trapped by mosquito nets, screaming and inspiring big bags on their stupid heads.

Some people think that beautiful things are beautiful, beauty is not a broom to clean the soul; art is art itself, not the golden sand that people try to filter gold from. That vulgar and shallow art will make people analyze, like anatomizing dead bodies, dig out the belly to see what color. Art should be seamless. People don’t need to prepare anything, they don’t need to know anything, but they can be infected with it. Without resistance, that is the really great art.

Christina Rossetti is such an artist. Her poetry seems to be her child. She does not think about it or think about how to create it. The poems flow out on their own, and she naturally understands the elegance and perfection of these poems. But like the stories that are said to be rotten, great art always takes time to shine. Christina Rossetti was not as anonymous as Kafka, but she was far from the acclaim she deserved. This kind of work seems to be appreciated by only a few people in the same period. The superposition of the times will cover up countless works, and only such works become more vivid with the superposition of countless times.

One

“Goblin Market,” tells a very simple story: Laura and Lizzie are sisters. The little goblins in the forest that sell fruits, the pure girls can hear the screams, see the weird elves, and smell the seductive fruit. The heart-wrenching Laura did not withstand the temptation to eat the fruit that the goblin sold to her, but she did not know that she had broken into the trap of the little goblin. The fruits were poisons that poisoned people, and the curse had invaded the blood. The girl who is tempted and eats the fruit will dry up every day until the life is burned, but she can no longer hear and see the little goblins, and the anxious heart cannot stop the fresh fruit sold by the goblin. This is a kind of torment.

Sister Li Qi saw her sister Laura breaking into the curse and was anxious to make a move to find the little goblins, lift the curse, and save her sister. She ignored the danger and followed the voice of the little goblin, she was entangled by the little goblins, but she did not eat their fruit, the goblins were angry, persecuted her, and finally Lizzy resisted the temptation and defeated Leprechaun, sister Laura was rescued. It is filled with amazing plots that will make you feel the emotions of words and tell the temptations in life. The unique sentiment expresses the awareness of life and the understanding of life, and easily touches the heart through a fairy tale. It can be seen as a transitional representative poet of romanticism and reality. Talented and unadorned, a painful tasting and a belief in heaven and blessing.

Two

D.G. Rossetti evaluates his sister: “She never let go of her, and she will not voluntarily mention any of her achievements. In the mediocrity of the house, her response seems to be the most mediocre, just like everyone. The most unobtrusive one.” Virginia Woolf described her as a woman who talked a little bit, and her appearance was unremarkable, and her life was restrained and pious.

A woman, if she decorates all her good-looking clothes and jewelry on her, she can’t be beautiful. The white translation is like a clever woman, discarding dazzling choices, if a decoration that is most in line with its own temperament, it is unbeatable. The phrase “And if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.” give people more and more plain and simple feelings. The lonely grave of “I” does not need decoration, and the simple language does not form a vivid image in the human brain.

Finally, it is still sloppy, and it is so ruthless to say when it is dead. There is only death, darkness and silence in front of me. The only thing I think about is that she remembers or forgets. You have forgotten, that is, the toughness and clarity of everything after death. If you remember, remember that she is already dead, and in the grief, there are few soft lines of compassion that understands, forming a huge life and death and love. The contrast of hate. A marriage that yearns for freedom and happiness is trapped by its profound religious beliefs and must give up love. All kinds of images are displayed, it is a beautiful sadness, but also calmly facing death. Expressed as a devout believer who is willing to give up his love for faith, her heart is strong and strong, but also has a small woman modality. Close your eyes and fall into the eternal tense of death. It is quiet. When you realize the disappointment of “I”, the world has lived again at that moment. This strong metaphysical imitation has a far better aesthetic. Indulge in obsessive enthusiasm. Death is a moment of cleanliness, focusing on the manifestation of death and the looming nostalgia.