Chapter 132 "Ode to a Nightingale", a second-circle poet!
The nightingale is a symbol of melancholy, romance, and entanglement of love and hate. It can be compared to the cuckoo in Eastern literary imagery.
As the dean of the Academy of Poets, Richard understands that poets particularly like nightingales, the "sacred birds of art."
Richard could not help but have a sense of expectation about what kind of poetry Yeats, the nobleman praised by the talented Perron, would create.
Bards have a loose nature, and even though Baron Yeats was present, the participants at the poetry meeting did not appear to be overly restrained.
Various dishes are placed on the outdoor tables: roasted squab, raspberry pie, blood sausage, vegetable and egg sandwiches. Attendants served wine, mead and whiskey to the attendees.
While enjoying the delicious food, everyone composed poems on the spot within the prescribed two-hour time limit.
"My Lord Baron, I would like to ask you, what is the name of this small and exquisite food?"
Londu writer Lalong looked surprised and pointed to the sandwich on the plate. asked Yeats.
Yeats was walking by with a horn cup filled with mead. He smiled modestly and said, "It's called Sandwich. It's my new invention."
Lalong became more and more surprised and said with certainty:
"I am sure that the sandwich will spread throughout the Golden Lion as quickly as your reputation - can you allow me to share what I saw at today's banquet?" , write it into my work?"
"Of course." Yeats nodded happily.
Looking at Yeats's retreating back, Lalong took a sip of a glass of whiskey, chewed on his gums for a long time, and muttered with a flushed face:
"I can't write poetry anymore... ...But just for the Baron’s banquet, this trip is really wise!”
Quietly.
Two hours passed.
The night falls, and the gentle night covers the green grass.
It’s everyone’s turn to recite.
The gypsy girl Sasha, with long black hair hanging around her waist, rolled her black eyes, picked up the bell on her waist and shook it, attracting everyone's attention, and smiled slyly.
"Then let me do it first."
After saying that, Sasha was like a gust of wind, dancing in circles to the center of the crowd, lifted up her skirt and bowed, and then put her hands on her plump breasts , singing with a sweet voice:
“My nightingale, in the garden of my sleepless dreams.
When your holy voice plays the prelude, for the silence of this good night... "
Dean Richard was wearing an elegant black dress, with a white pleated lace "ruff collar" around his neck. He was holding an upturned beard, and his eyes flashed with splendor.
I thought she was just a wandering woman trying to impress people, but I never thought that the poem did have some merit!
Art appreciation is also a required course for bards.
The quality of a poem can be distinguished by the ears of the poets at the scene.
Therefore, when Sasha finished reading a poem, her disdain and disdain for the gypsy was replaced by surprise and recognition.
“Haha, the rhetoric does have its merits, but the concept is still a bit lacking - look at me!”
The elf poet Perun wore a bright red robe, walked to the center with a proud face, and took off the lyre from behind.
Then, he looked at the Minotaur girl with tenderness on his face, and said softly: "Miss Margot, this is dedicated to you."
Yeats looked at the blushing girl. The corner of the Minotaur Mago's mouth twitched.
He is indeed a great talent who wrote the "Guide to the Customs of Different Races"!
Perun said loudly:
"Ah, dusk, all the woods are quiet,
Only the nightingale sings on the flowering branches,
...
Singing a little too late, I don't care if you are a partner of youth or love.
I serve them both, both of them are my gods!"
After reading the song, the faces of the participants were full of surprise, and Dean Richard applauded and cheered:
“The last two lines are particularly brilliant! ”
Whether the nightingale is the sacred bird of love or art, believers debate endlessly.
The proud elf Perun answers this question: I want them all!< br>
Yeats clapped out of courtesy, with a subtle mood... Wouldn't this offend both art and the God of Love at once?
I originally wanted to take the opportunity to recruit Perun, but now that I think about it, I might as well forget it. This guy might die a big death one day!
It was Yeats' turn to take the stage.
The eyes gathered.
The silver-haired boy was wearing a tunic, breeches and snow boots, with a sword on his waist. He was handsome and as handsome as a classical sculpture, and walked forward slowly.
The manuscript lingering in my heart is one of the most famous odes by the British romantic poet John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale". In his previous life, it was rated as "the most beautiful poem written in English".
The magnificent imagination in the poem, the image of death wandering on the edge of melancholy, the loneliness in the quiet night and the desire for love, give "Ode to a Nightingale" an immortal soul.
At this moment.
The stars are dotted in the night sky, and the fragrance of honeysuckle lingers.
The talent of 'aesthetic art' made Yeats instantly enter the 'synaesthetic' state in poetry, as if he understood Keats's state of mind when he wrote the poem across time and space.
The silver-haired boy stood in the night, his eyes twinkling slightly, looking towards the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain that were dotted with lights.
Yeats spoke softly:
"My heart aches, I feel drowsy and numb..."
The hall illuminated by candlelight.
Hirud pushed open the door and walked in, but Yeats was nowhere to be seen.
She was followed by Sora, and the Argonian whispered: "Are we really going to leave, Lord Sirud?"
"It's time to leave, Sora." Sirud's voice was low. dumb.
Yeats's soft voice echoed in the night. "Disappear far away, disappear, and forget.
Things you never knew in the woods, forget the boredom, anxiety and restlessness here..."
The first three stanzas of "Ode to a Nightingale" are strangely imaginative, while stanzas four to six describe the poet, with the help of the God of Poetry, adding invisible wings, writing about his belief in poetry, and chasing the image of a nightingale.
Yeats's voice gradually rose: "Fly, fly, I want to fly to you, not riding in a leopard chariot with the God of Wine, but riding on the invisible wings of the God of Poetry——"
Sora and Hilud walked out of the lord's mansion.
Standing under the starlight, Sola whispered to himself: "How long will it take to come back after leaving this time?"
"Maybe soon, maybe it will take a long time."
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The red-haired beauty gently touched the scar on her face, and before her eyes appeared the scene of the silver-haired boy standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain, being swallowed by the demonic wolf that blocked the sky.
"I listened to your singing in the dark, and I thought of death many times. He can give people peace..." The poetry meeting was silent, and all the poets' eyes flickered, quietly listening to Yeats's poems.
“However, leaving this time is not an escape.”
Hilud said: “It is to see you again next time. I have found my desire.”
“ But haven't you found it now?" Sora asked.
Hilud put on the eagle helmet, slightly raised the corners of his mouth under the iron mask, and looked up at the bright starry sky.
There, the beautiful aurora is flying, like a touch of rose in the ice and snow.
"Ode to a Nightingale" has come to the last verse.
"Farewell! Farewell! Your tearful song gradually flies away,
Over the nearby grassland, across the calm stream, and over the hillside;
At this time it was hidden in another ravine.
Is this an illusion or a dream? The singing is far away - am I sleeping or awake? ”
At the end of the poem, Yeats’s voice was low, slowly echoing in the night wind, and his loneliness surrounded him.
At the same moment, there was an ethereal and uncertain sound in the starry sky. Aurora, all the poets looked up in shock.
This is the miracle of the goddess of art!
Dean Richard's eyes were shocked. Looking at the silent silver-haired young man, huge waves had already set off in his heart.
This is a famous article that can be passed down for thousands of years!
Because of this famous poem, even I, as a participant, will leave a mark in history!
At this moment, Dean Richard truly understood the true meaning of the Art Divine Selection.
The poems he created are masterpieces that countless bards can't even match with their hard work. He is a true genius that is particularly favored by the gods!
Dean Richard felt a sense of admiration in his heart.
‘Give me a hundred years and I won’t be able to write such a work. ’ Richard admired and regretted at the same time, ‘It turns out that this is how genius destroys self-confidence. I need to be taught...’
The gypsy girl’s dark eyes stared at the silver-haired boy... This poem is so beautiful.
Perun had a look of despair on his face.
Then, Perun seemed to have thought of something again, his expression returned to calm, and he showed a proud look again!
Yeats looked up at the aurora, the breath in his body continued to surge, and he felt the tremor from the soul realm.
Thanks to the promotion ceremony, the bard career was promoted to the second level!
"You have been promoted to the second level bard!"
"You have learned a new spell!"
"You have learned a new blessing!"
"You have learned a new talent!"
"Spell·Suggestion: Charm Control School, second-level spell. You use magic to affect a creature you can see within the casting range, and cast some kind of magic on it. Action suggestion, let it do what you describe. If anyone harms the subject, the spell ends immediately."
"Talent: Nightingale Singing: Your voice is sweet and beautiful. . The effects of spells you cast with your voice are increased. You can use your voice to call small animals and have them act according to your brief commands. This talent is blessed by the god of art, and the effect is more significant."
"Blessing: Wings of the God of Poetry: You call out from the realm of the goddess of art and youth a pair of invisible wings woven with poetry inspiration, granting you the ability to fly. The second ring lasts for five minutes when released. Upgraded ring: increases flight Time."
Yeats hissed.
Thank you to the goddess of art for the gift package!
It can be seen that she is really satisfied with "Ode to a Nightingale", and she even used a bit of divinity to give herself the blessing of the 'Wings of the God of Poetry'!
Even many fourth-ring extraordinary beings have difficulty mastering the ability to fly, but I can fly at the second-ring!
‘I have to practice my flying skills when I have time. ’ Yeats secretly thought, ‘Aerial combat is also a very important ability! ’
The talent ‘Nightingale’s Voice’ contributes to the song category and the power of the spell ‘Add Evil Words’, Yeats is very satisfied.
All the poets present were sincerely convinced that the goddess of art performed a miracle and helped Yeats to be promoted.
Dean Richard even sensed the second-ring aura emanating from Yeats, and his eyes flickered.
"Yeats is not yet an adult, but he is already at the level of the second ring. Although he is not an outstanding talent, he cannot be called a 'deadwood'!" Richard thought to himself:
"He wrote it "Ode to a Nightingale," I have to write it down and take it back to the academy... to show my students what it means to be a poet!"
At this time.
As the auroras in the sky gradually faded, a magnificent glow suddenly appeared in the night!
Perun looked up, his face full of shock, his voice was filled with disbelief, and he lost his voice: "A miracle of the God of Love?!"
Richard looked stunned, but saw that ray of light The ribbon woven by the aurora was scattered and fell into Yeats's body instantly!
Perron:? ? ?
That’s right, Lord Cupid...Are you trying to compete with the goddess of art for a man? !
(End of this chapter)