Chapter 161 Yeats's Sonnets

Although there are students like Elsa who have backdoor admission into the Poets Academy, most of them are also knowledgeable people.

Therefore, the students present here have a deep understanding of sonnets and can judge whether the lecturer really means something.

With the blessing of his talent in aesthetic art, Yeats tells the story from simple to profound, in an easy-to-understand manner, citing classics.

Even though some students wanted to find fault with the students, their disdainful looks gradually changed and they began to talk among themselves in low voices.

"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, if he doesn't understand poetry, how could he make the dean praise him so much!"

The gossip fell into Elsa's ears, and the corners of this fan girl's mouth curled up slightly. She thought to herself, the more you praise Yeats, the happier I am, because I was the first to discover his extraordinary qualities.

"Looking back through the ages, we can find a pattern: poets always set themselves limits on rhythm, like dancing in shackles."

Yeats said: "It is precisely because of the limitations that we can distinguish good and bad poems within the same framework."

"But..." Yeats changed the subject, "For poets with real talent, they will break away from the limitations of meter and give poetry a whole new soul."

Du Fu is the most outstanding among all the regulated verses, but Li Bai breaks away from the rules and his style is more bold and romantic.

Petrarch, the father of sonnet, brought lyric poetry to perfection, but Shakespeare's poems changed Petrarch's format.

In order to support his point of view, Yeats immediately "plagiarized" a sonnet from Shakespeare.

"How can I compare you to summer? You are not only more lovely but also more gentle.

…

But your long summer will never fade, nor will it lose your bright red fragrance.

Or Death boasts that you wander in his shadow, while you grow with time in immortal poetry.

As long as there are human beings, or people have eyes, this poem will live and give you life! "

Students can judge whether a poem is good or bad.

This poem begins with a rhetorical question, which further highlights that summer is not as beautiful as a young girl.

Moreover, at the end, it indicates that the long summer will also pass, but the beautiful image of the girl will be preserved forever in this poem.

Even the god of death would admire the girl.

It can be said that midsummer sets off the beauty of young girls.

And this beauty has reached a new level through poetry! Shakespeare's poems fell.

In the Middle Ages, it was like a bomb that had exploded silently over a hundred years ago, and the entire lecture hall fell into a long silence.

Everyone just felt their brains buzzing, their hearts were full of disbelief, and they felt the impact from the masterpiece.

No, how can you write so well? Shakespeare is also a master at writing love poems. His poems span several eras and will never be outdated.

The lecture hall was in an uproar as everyone was discussing the poem enthusiastically.

“This is truly a masterpiece…”

"Although it doesn't follow the rules of rhythm, I don't need to consider the rules at all after writing this much!"

"I should have taken his class earlier, what a pity!"

"Who is this poem dedicated to?" The literary girl was dazzled, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head and thought, "His lover will live forever because of literature, this is so beautiful..."

Elsa Vick grew up in a wealthy duke's home, but she yearned for distant places and romance.

Compared with Yeats's sonnet, Elsa found that all the poems she had received since she was a child pale in comparison!

Yeats cleared his throat and said shamelessly:

"As you can see, the rhythm of the poem I just wrote has changed, but it does not prevent it from being a famous piece that will be passed down to future generations."

For a while.

There was extremely warm applause in the room.

The students who had been indifferent earlier were now convinced and were thinking about coming to the next class earlier so that they could communicate with the teacher in advance.

Elsa Vick had already quoted the sonnet from the book, her cheeks flushed, she closed the book, pressed it to her chest, closed her eyes and muttered to herself.

In the corridor.

Dean Richard, who came to inspect, was a little confused when he heard the applause.

The students of the Poets Academy are all proud and arrogant people.

I was worried that Ye Zhi could not control the situation, so I came here to inspect.

Everyone was convinced by Yeats? The applause even lasted for a long time!

Dean Richard stood outside the lecture hall, muttering to himself, thoughtfully:

"I really hope that the Chosen One of Art can stay in school for a few more days... This will be enough to become a good story in Jianhe's history."

[Your 'Bard' professionalism has been improved! ]

Ye Zhi heard the prompt sound, checked the panel, and found that the bard's professionalism had been increased to 95%.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Normally, it is extremely difficult for a second-level poet to improve his professionalism by even 1%.

However, Yeats brought up the importance of rhythm in the lecture hall and quoted Shakespeare's poems, which immediately greatly improved his professional level! Yeats couldn't help but smile and thought to himself: "The next step is to find Mandrake and cook it into food to help me break through the third ring... Then, the bard will soon be able to change his job to a sword dancing bard!"

Sword dancing poet.

He is good at swift footsteps, superb swordsmanship, and a mouth 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 gradually failing.

"Jianhe University has a lot of good things in its collection." Ye Zhi thought to himself, "I am paid as a lecturer, so I can exchange the gold coins for material rewards such as muskets and rapiers..."

The bells are ringing.

Yeats's first class ended.

When I left the lecture hall and walked to the arcade, I heard a gentle call from behind.

"Lord Yeats, please stay."

Elsa walked up to the silver-haired boy, her cheeks flushed, and she stammered, "I, I am Elsa from the Vick family. My father likes the poems you wrote very much... I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

Whether it was the Wick family or the Lannister family, Yeats did not want to get involved in the game between the two families too early.

Because the target of his investment was not either of these two families.

It was the bloodline of the Golden Lion King that was lost outside, the princess who eventually ascended the throne...

"Thank you for the invitation from Duke Vick." Ye Zhi did not expose him and smiled slightly, "But I have to go back and prepare materials for the next class. Time does not allow. I hope you can forgive me."

Elsa's beautiful green eyes sparkled, and she asked expectantly, "What will the next class be about? Can you tell me a little bit in advance?"

Dean Richard did not make any mandatory requirements on what to talk about in the next class, but let Yeats 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."

As the breeze blew through the flower-filled courtyard, Elsa suddenly felt that the boy had a calmness and ambition that ordinary people could not match. She smiled shyly and said softly:

"I...will definitely listen carefully in class. Goodbye, Lord Baron!"

Yeats advocated "the worship of reason" in the name of Minerva, intending to indirectly weaken the belief in the Holy Light.

"Minerva's relationship with Holy Light is probably not very good." Ye Zhi thought to himself on the carriage returning to the palace, "If I add fuel to the fire between her and Holy Light, won't Minerva become an ally of the anti-Holy Light front?"

In order to get closer to Minerva, it is also necessary to make Snow Owl the chosen one of magic!

"According to the time, Snow Owl's first lesson should be over."

Ye Zhi looked up at the sky and said, "There shouldn't be any problem...right?"

(End of this chapter)