Why is it said to be Guo Moruo's "Faust"? We all know he was just the translator, and the real author is called "Goethe." Since it is a translation, I can believe that this is almost a poetic drama created by the translator. Guo Moruo from Germany.
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After reading "Ode," I thought of a poem by He Qifang called "Prophecy." I will paste it below:
This day of a heartbeat has finally arrived!
Ah, your sigh of the night is like the approaching footsteps
I can clearly hear it is the whisper of the forest leaves and the night wind,
The faint hoofbeats of deer passing through the mossy path!
Tell me with your silver bell-like song,
Are you the young god in the prophecy?
You must come from that warm and rich south!
Tell me about the moonlight there, the sunlight there!
Tell me how the spring breeze opens the hundred flowers,
How the swallows are infatuated with the green willows!
I will close my eyes and sleep in your dreamlike song,
That warmth I seem to remember, yet seem to forget.
Please stop your weary rushing,
Come in, there is a tiger-skin mat for you to sit on!
Let me burn every fallen leaf collected in autumn
And listen to me softly sing my own song!
That song will be as heavy and high as the firelight,
Like firelight, it will tell the story of my life.
Do not move forward! Ahead is an endless forest:
Ancient trees show the patterns on the bodies of beasts,
Half alive and half dead, the vines are entangled,
Not a single star can leak through the dense leaves...
You will timidly hesitate to take a second step,
When you hear the empty sound of the first step.
Must you go? Please wait for me to walk with you!
My footsteps know every familiar path,
I can keep singing the song of forgetfulness,
To give you, to give you the warmth of my hand!
When the thick darkness of night cuts us off,
You can gaze into my eyes without turning away!
You do not listen to my excited song,
Your feet do not pause for my trembling!
Like a serene breeze passing through this dusk,
You have disappeared, disappeared, your proud footsteps!
Ah, you finally came as the prophecy said, without a word,
Did you leave without a word, young god?
Autumn of 1931
"Ode" and "Prologue on Stage" were almost omitted by me. This does not mean I skipped them directly. Rather, I did not comprehend Goethe's meaning. Is "Ode" written about the thoughts of the final Doctor Faust? And is "Prologue on Stage" Goethe's own morality for a poet? — I am afraid not.
This truly deserves to be revisited later.