Chapter 37 Meditation ①

Be good, my pain, be more secure. You longed for the evening; behold, it has come: A gloomy atmosphere enveloped the whole city, Some people get peace, some people add troubles. When that great multitude of lowly mortals, Whipped by Joy, the pitiless executioner, Go to the slave's party to collect remorse, My pain, reach out; come with me, Leave them, look at the bygone ages, Dressed in ancient costumes, with a balcony leaning on the sky, From the bottom of the water, a smiling heart of nostalgia, Under the bridge-hole sleeps the dying sun, Dear, you listen to the slow footsteps of the night,

Dragging to the east like a long shroud. Translated by Qian Chunqi ①This poem was originally published in the "European Review" on November 1, 1861. Argument".The poem narrates that the poet is trapped in extreme loneliness, and as the dusk Coming, wanting to forget the fatigue of the day, waiting for the arrival of the night, he listened Listen to its footsteps.All the pain, joy, nostalgia, years, all with Anthropomorphic gestures appear like phantoms and will disappear in the night.Book The poem visualizes the end of the day, and at the same time hints at the end of the poet's career.

The line is coming to an end.This poem has Villiers de Lis Adam, Henry Dee Composers such as Parker and Debussy.See the prose poem "Paris Melancholy" II twelve. The French poet Valtry (Paul Valtry, 1871-1945) commented on this poem as follows: "I am always amazed at the sonnet in "Quiet Thoughts" (one of the loveliest poems in this collection). There are five or six lines that do have weaknesses, but the first few lines and the last few lines of this poem have such a big magic that the middle section does not feel clumsy, and it is easy to be regarded as nothingness. Great poets can produce such miracles."