Chapter 161 Yeats's Sonnets
Although there are backdoor students like Elsa in the Poets Academy, most of them are also knowledgeable people.
Therefore, the students here have a deep understanding of sonnets and can judge whether the lecturer really means what he says.
With the blessing of his talent in aesthetics and art, Yeats's narrative is from simple to profound, easy to understand, and quotes from classics.
Even if some students were deliberately trying to find faults, their disdainful looks gradually changed, and they started whispering among themselves.
"This young lecturer seems to be really talented?"
"Isn't he a barbarian from the north? How come he knows so much about poetry?"
"Nonsense, he doesn't understand poetry, how can he It can make even the dean burst into praise!”
The comments fell in Elsa’s ears, and the corners of the fangirl’s mouth could not help but turn up slightly, thinking, the more you praise Yeats, the more I will. Happy, who made me discover his excellence first.
“Throughout the past and present, we can find a pattern. Poets always set metrical restrictions for themselves, just like dancing in shackles.”
Yeats said: "It is precisely because of limitations that the quality of poetry can be judged within the same framework."
"But-" Yeats changed the subject, "For those who truly have great Talented poets, they can break away from the limitations of meter and give poetry a new soul."
Du Fu is the most outstanding person in metrical poetry, but Li Bai breaks out of meter and is more bold and romantic.
Petrarch, the father of sonnets, perfected lyric poetry, but Shakespeare's poems changed Petrarch's format.
To support his point of view, Yeats immediately "copied" a sonnet from Shakespeare.
"How can I compare you to summer?
You are not only cuter but also gentler than it.
......
But your long summer will never be Even if the sculpture falls, it will not lose your bright red fragrance.
Or the god of death will boast that you are wandering in his shadow, while you will grow up with time in the immortal poem.
As long as there are humans, or as long as humans have eyes, this poem will last forever and give you life! ”
Students can judge whether a poem is good or bad.
This poem starts with a rhetorical question, which further highlights the beauty of summer, which is less than that of a girl.
At the end, it means that the long summer will pass, but the beautiful image of the girl will last forever in this poem.
Even the god of death will praise the girl.
It can be said that midsummer brings out the beauty of girls.
And this beauty reaches a new level through poetry!
Shakespeare’s poems fell.
In the Middle Ages, it was like a bomb that had exploded silently for more than a hundred years, and the entire lecture hall fell into a long silence.
Everyone felt their brains buzzing, their hearts filled with disbelief, and the impact from the masterpiece.
No, how can you write so well? !
Shakespeare was also good at writing love poems. His poems spanned several eras and will never go out of style sooner or later.
The lecture hall was in shock, and the poems were discussed enthusiastically.
“This is really a masterpiece...”
“Although I don’t care about meter, I don’t have to think about meter at all when I write this!”
"I should have taken his class earlier, what a pity!"
"Who is this poem dedicated to?" The literary girl felt dazzled, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head and felt sad. I thought, "It's so wonderful that his lover will live forever because of literature..."
Elsa Vick grew up in a duke's home with fine clothes and fine food, but she yearned for the distance. and romance.
Compared with this sonnet by Yeats, Elsa found that all the poems she had received since childhood paled in comparison!
Yeats shamelessly cleared his throat:
"As you can see, the rhythm of the poem I just composed has changed, but that does not prevent it from being a famous poem that can be passed down to future generations."
For a time.
There was extremely warm applause in the room. The students who had been so polite earlier were all convinced and had already considered coming early to the next class so that they could communicate with the teacher in advance.
Elsa Vick had excerpted this sonnet in the book. Her cheeks were hot, she closed the book and put it against her chest, closing her eyes and muttering silently.
in the corridor.
Dean Richard, who came to inspect, couldn't help but feel a little confused when he heard the applause.
The students at the Poets Academy are all arrogant people.
I was originally worried that Yeats could not control the situation, so I came here to inspect.
In the end, everyone was convinced of Yeats?
The applause even lasted!
Crash——
Dean Richard stood outside the lecture hall, thoughtfully, murmuring to himself:
“I really hope that the art god can stay longer. A few days of school... This is enough to become a good story in the history of Jianhe."
[Your 'Bard' career has been improved! 】
Yeats heard the prompt, checked the panel, and found that the bard's professional degree had been increased to 95%.
Normally speaking, it is extremely difficult for a second-level poet to increase his professionalism by even 1%.
But Yeats introduced the importance of meter in the lecture hall and quoted Shakespeare's poems by analogy, which immediately greatly improved his professionalism!
Yeats couldn't help but smile, and said to himself: "The next step is to find the mandrake, cook the mandrake into food, and help me break through the third ring...and then, the bard will soon Can be transferred to a sword dance poet! ”
Sword Dance Poet.
He is good at quick footsteps, superb swordsmanship, and full of bad words.
A poet who wields a sword naturally needs a good sword.
Up to now, Yeats is still using the Spirit Shield Sword given by Earl Thomas, but its strength is slowly losing its strength.
"Jianhe University has a lot of good things in its collection." Yeats secretly thought, "I am paid to be a lecturer, but I can exchange the gold coins for material rewards such as fire blunderbuss and bayonet swords..."< br>
The bell rings.
Yeats's first lecture ended.
As I left the lecture hall and walked to the arcade, I heard a soft call from behind.
"Baron Yeats, please stay."
Elsa walked up to the silver-haired boy, her cheeks flushed, and whispered: "I, I am Elsa from the Vic family. My father, he likes your poems very much...I wonder if he has the honor to invite you to dinner?"
Whether it is the Vic family or the Lannister family, Yeats does not want to be too early. Involved in the game between the two families.
Because the person he plans to invest in is not from either of these two families.
It is the bloodline of the Golden Lion King who is living abroad, the princess who finally ascended the throne...
"Thank you Duke Vic for the invitation." Yeats did not expose it and smiled slightly, "But I have to go back and prepare the materials for the next class. Time does not allow for it. I hope you will forgive me."
Elsa's beautiful green eyes flashed expectantly: "I will talk about it in the next class. Can you tell me something in advance?"
Dean Richard did not impose any requirements on what to teach in the next class, and he only allowed Yeats to express himself freely.
"[Reason]." Yeats looked at the blue sky and said, "Minerva is the embodiment of wisdom, and the torch she holds must be shining with the light of reason."
The breeze blew through the flower-studded courtyard, Elsa suddenly felt that the young man had a calmness and ambition that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve. She smiled shyly and said softly:
"I... will definitely listen to the class well. Goodbye, Lord Baron!"
< br>In the name of Minerva, Yeats advocated "rational worship" with the intention of indirectly weakening the belief in the Holy Light.
“The relationship between Minerva and the Holy Light should not be very good.” On the carriage returning to the palace, Yeats thought to himself, “If there is a fire between her and the Holy Light, Minerva will be successful. Are you an ally of the Anti-Holy Light Front? ”
In order to close the relationship with Minerva, it is also necessary to make Snow Owl the chosen one by magic!
“Counting the time, Snow Owl’s first lesson should be over.”
Yeats looked at the sky and said: “There shouldn’t be anything wrong... right?”
(End of this chapter)