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Winter Sun Quotes
Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
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“OH, NIETZSCHE
The last Christmas Eve of the nineteenth century was very cold
Piercing winds and snow stuffed themselves into the cracks of every door and window
As professors of philosophy gathered in the Golden Hall
Their nonsense and hollow academic jargon were winning applause
Feeling a chill, professors furrowed their brows
And refined ladies unconsciously pulled their collars closed
No one paid attention to the chill, no one even responded
But the howling wind outside the window
Swept across Europe’s wide sky
Outside, Nietzsche was wandering around in the wilderness
His thoughts were accompanied by the snowy winds and howls of wolves
In this frozen world his thoughts shed their skin again and again
Like a bloody struggle to be free of incorporeal chains
He relentlessly pursued the truth
No one could understand his eccentric and arrogant disposition
No one could answer his disdain for this world
For only a blizzard of manuscripts accompanied him
Weathered by a tormenting disease
Nietzsche bitterly suffered from his solitary meditation
His discontent with thoughts surged like gales blowing the heavy snow
Sweeping the sky and earth with a wild fervor
What a pure yet brutal world
At that moment the bells of a new century were ringing
The generation of heroes Nietzsche called “supermen”
From “Martin Eden” penned by Jack London
To the old man who went fishing with Hemingway
Have already shocked the whole world
Through so many sleepless nights he endured the torture of disease
Yet nurtured the poetic longing of solitude and indifference
An infant thought undergoes the trauma of birth
To finally cry out in an earth-shattering voice
Nietzsche, before the sunrise changed the world
The entire sky shimmered with your incandescent thoughts
The nearly extinguished candle was burning your final passion
Nietzsche, oh Nietzsche, let us walk on together”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
The last Christmas Eve of the nineteenth century was very cold
Piercing winds and snow stuffed themselves into the cracks of every door and window
As professors of philosophy gathered in the Golden Hall
Their nonsense and hollow academic jargon were winning applause
Feeling a chill, professors furrowed their brows
And refined ladies unconsciously pulled their collars closed
No one paid attention to the chill, no one even responded
But the howling wind outside the window
Swept across Europe’s wide sky
Outside, Nietzsche was wandering around in the wilderness
His thoughts were accompanied by the snowy winds and howls of wolves
In this frozen world his thoughts shed their skin again and again
Like a bloody struggle to be free of incorporeal chains
He relentlessly pursued the truth
No one could understand his eccentric and arrogant disposition
No one could answer his disdain for this world
For only a blizzard of manuscripts accompanied him
Weathered by a tormenting disease
Nietzsche bitterly suffered from his solitary meditation
His discontent with thoughts surged like gales blowing the heavy snow
Sweeping the sky and earth with a wild fervor
What a pure yet brutal world
At that moment the bells of a new century were ringing
The generation of heroes Nietzsche called “supermen”
From “Martin Eden” penned by Jack London
To the old man who went fishing with Hemingway
Have already shocked the whole world
Through so many sleepless nights he endured the torture of disease
Yet nurtured the poetic longing of solitude and indifference
An infant thought undergoes the trauma of birth
To finally cry out in an earth-shattering voice
Nietzsche, before the sunrise changed the world
The entire sky shimmered with your incandescent thoughts
The nearly extinguished candle was burning your final passion
Nietzsche, oh Nietzsche, let us walk on together”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
“GREED
“Fame” is bestowed by each upon the other with nauseating flattery
And the lust for money forces its way without mercy
Academics sing their own praises without blushing
Everyone is obsessed with their own upward mobility
When people are blinded by their lust for more
And flaunt their repulsive wealth in public
Greed spreads through the world unchecked—
And in this marketplace the cheapest ideas have the loudest reverberations”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
“Fame” is bestowed by each upon the other with nauseating flattery
And the lust for money forces its way without mercy
Academics sing their own praises without blushing
Everyone is obsessed with their own upward mobility
When people are blinded by their lust for more
And flaunt their repulsive wealth in public
Greed spreads through the world unchecked—
And in this marketplace the cheapest ideas have the loudest reverberations”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
“DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE GROUND AND A FALLEN LEAF
Fallen Leaf: “I have fallen, softly,
Without harm, to find my root
Yet people continue to walk upon me as they please
And I suffer as I am destroyed”
“Just look, all things grow upon me
Yet I,” said the earth, “become less fertile by the day
It would seem you know little about true happiness
Otherwise what you said to me would not cut so deeply”
The fallen leaf spoke no more
But I had come to understand”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
Fallen Leaf: “I have fallen, softly,
Without harm, to find my root
Yet people continue to walk upon me as they please
And I suffer as I am destroyed”
“Just look, all things grow upon me
Yet I,” said the earth, “become less fertile by the day
It would seem you know little about true happiness
Otherwise what you said to me would not cut so deeply”
The fallen leaf spoke no more
But I had come to understand”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
“MAD DOG
—To those who talk sanctimoniously about human rights
After suffering heartless ridicule
It’s hard to see myself as human
It’s as though I have become a rabid dog
Wandering unrestrained through the world
But I am not yet a rabid dog
Not yet exposed to starvation and the cold
Anyway, I wish I had become this dog
To learn even more about the hardship of existence
Yet I am not as good as a rabid dog!
It would jump these walls if forced
But I can only endure silence
My life holds far fewer choices
If I could really become this dog
I would break free from these indifferent chains
I would not hesitate for a moment
To leave behind so-called sacred human rights”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
—To those who talk sanctimoniously about human rights
After suffering heartless ridicule
It’s hard to see myself as human
It’s as though I have become a rabid dog
Wandering unrestrained through the world
But I am not yet a rabid dog
Not yet exposed to starvation and the cold
Anyway, I wish I had become this dog
To learn even more about the hardship of existence
Yet I am not as good as a rabid dog!
It would jump these walls if forced
But I can only endure silence
My life holds far fewer choices
If I could really become this dog
I would break free from these indifferent chains
I would not hesitate for a moment
To leave behind so-called sacred human rights”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
“FURY
My fury is no longer a torrent of tears
Nor an unrestrained fire within my chest
I no longer look to others for vengeance
Even if this was true in the past
My fury is no longer simply a grudge
Nor an endless string of arguments
Less still shouting or screaming
Even if this was true in the past
Although I may look childish
And I cannot claim to be a strong person
In my adolescent heart
My fury has been turned into a terrifying silence”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
My fury is no longer a torrent of tears
Nor an unrestrained fire within my chest
I no longer look to others for vengeance
Even if this was true in the past
My fury is no longer simply a grudge
Nor an endless string of arguments
Less still shouting or screaming
Even if this was true in the past
Although I may look childish
And I cannot claim to be a strong person
In my adolescent heart
My fury has been turned into a terrifying silence”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
“SMOKE
From a lit cigarette, a dream of the future rises
The blue cloud is the dawn of hope once struggled for
But now it becomes a fog of depression in my heart
Condensed into a deep cloud of unfalling rain
I push open the bright window
To greet the refreshing rural breeze
How I long to hold on to the fading smoke
That is your shadow bidding me farewell”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
From a lit cigarette, a dream of the future rises
The blue cloud is the dawn of hope once struggled for
But now it becomes a fog of depression in my heart
Condensed into a deep cloud of unfalling rain
I push open the bright window
To greet the refreshing rural breeze
How I long to hold on to the fading smoke
That is your shadow bidding me farewell”
― Winter Sun: Poems (Volume 1)
