Authors: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
I feel inwardly connected to all those readers who came to
Faust
by way of my English version, and I am now tentatively confident that the changes in this new edition will further contribute to the understanding and enjoyment of one of the world’s supreme poetic works.
1749 | August 28. Johann Wolfgang Goethe born in Frankfurt, Germany. |
1765 | Enrolls as a law student at the University of Leipzig; takes private lessons in art. |
1768 | Falls seriously ill. Returns to Frankfurt. Reads Shakespeare for the first time; also books on alchemy. First anonymous collection of poems, called Neue Lieder , set to music and published by Breitkopf. |
1770 | Travels to Strasbourg, in Alsace. Resumes his studies at the university. Falls in love with Friderike Brion, a parson’s daughter living in nearby Sesenheim. Meets German critic and essayist Herder. |
1771 | Receives law degree. First plans for drama Götz von Berlichingen , profoundly influenced by Shakespeare. Also possible first sketches for a Faust drama. |
1773 | Much preoccupied with drawing and portraiture. Completes Götz von Berlichingen . |
1774 | Epistolary novel: The Sorrows of Young Werther . |
1775 | Accepts invitation of the reigning duke of Weimar, Carl August, to join his court. |
1777 | First version of Wilhelm Meister , a bildungsroman. Group of dithyrambic odes, “Prometheus,” etc. |
1780 | Poems: “Der Fischer,” “Erlkönig,” and other ballads. |
1782 | Receives title of nobility from the emperor. |
1784 | Scientific writings: treatise concerning granite; discovery of the intermaxillary bone in humans. |
1785 | Common-law marriage with Christiane Vulpius (legalized 1806). |
1786– | First Italian journey. Dramas: Iphigenie auf Tauris , |
1788 | Egmont . |
1789 | Birth of son, August von Goethe. Poetry: Roman Elegies . Drama: Torquato Tasso . |
1790 | Second Italian journey. Faust I first published as a fragment. |
1791 | Becomes general manager of Weimar Court Theater. Completes treatise in biology: The Metamorphosis of Plants . |
1794 | Meets Schiller. Beginning of collaboration and friendship between the two poets. |
1795 | Completes first volume of Wilhelm Meister . Epic poem: Hermann und Dorothea . Second series of ballads, among them “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice.” |
1804 | Madame de Staël visits with Goethe in Weimar. |
1805 | Schiller dies. |
1808 | Conversation with Napoleon. Faust I appears in complete form. |
1812 | Meeting with Beethoven. |
1816 | His wife Christiane dies. |
1822 | Theory of Color ( Farbenlehre ), opposing the physics of Isaac Newton. |
1823 | First visit of Johann Peter Eckermann, subsequently Goethe’s secretary and faithful recorder of conversations with him. |
1831 | Completes Faust II . |
1832 | Dies in Weimar on March 22. |
| WAVERING FORMS, you come again; |
| once long ago you passed before my clouded sight. |
| Should I now attempt to hold you fast? |
| Does my heart still look for phantoms? |
| You surge at me! Well, then you may rule |
| as you rise about me out of mist and cloud. |
| The airy magic in your path |
| stirs youthful tremors in my breast. |
| You bear the images of happy days, |
10 | and friendly shadows rise to mind. |
| With them, as in an almost muted tale, |
| come youthful love and friendship. |
| The pain is felt anew, and the lament |
| sounds life’s labyrinthine wayward course |
| and tells of friends who went before me |
| and whom fate deprived of joyous hours. |
| They cannot hear the songs which follow, |
| the souls to whom I sang my first, |
| scattered is the genial crowd, |
20 | the early echo, ah, has died away. |
| Now my voice sings for the unknown many |
| whose very praise intimidates my heart. |
| The living whom my song once charmed |
| are now dispersed throughout the world. |
| And I am seized by long forgotten yearnings |
| for the solemn, silent world of spirits; |
| as on an aeolian harp my whispered song |
| lingers now in vagrant tones. |
| I shudder, and a tear draws other tears; |
30 | my austere heart grows soft and gentle. |
| What I possess appears far in the distance, |
| and what is past has turned into reality. |
Manager, Dramatic Poet, Comic Character.
| You two who often stood by me |
| in times of hardship and of gloom, |
| what do you think our enterprise |
| should bring to German lands and people? |
| I want the crowd to be well satisfied, |
| for, as you know, it lives and lets us live. |
| The boards are nailed, the stage is set, |
40 | and all the world looks for a lavish feast. |
| There they sit, with eyebrows raised, |
| and calmly wait to be astounded. |
| I have my ways to keep the people well disposed, |
| but never was I in a fix like this. |
| It’s true, they’re not accustomed to the best, |
| yet they have read an awful lot of things. |
| How shall we plot a new and fresh approach |
| and make things pleasant and significant? |
| I’ll grant, it pleases me to watch the crowds, |
50 | as they stream and hustle to our tent |
| and with mighty and repeated labors |
| press onward through the narrow gate of grace; |
| while the sun still shines—it’s scarcely four o’clock— |
| they fight and scramble for the ticket window, |
| and as if in famine begging at the baker’s door, |
| they almost break their necks to gain admission. |
| The poet alone can work this miracle |
| on such a diverse group. My friend, the time is now! |
| Oh, speak no more of motley crowds to me, |
60 | their presence makes my spirit flee. |
| Veil from my sight those waves and surges |
| that suck us down into their raging pools. |
| Take me rather to a quiet little cell |
| where pure delight blooms only for the poet, |
| where our inmost joy is blessed and fostered |
| by love and friendship and the hand of God. |
| Alas! What sprang from our deepest feelings, |
| what our lips tried timidly to form, |
| failing now and now perhaps succeeding, |
70 | is devoured by a single brutish moment. |
| Often it must filter through the years |
| before its final form appears perfected. |
| What gleams like tinsel is but for the moment. |
| What’s true remains intact for future days. |
| Oh, save me from such talk of future days! |
| Suppose I were concerned with progeny, |
| then who would cheer our present generation? |
| It lusts for fun and should be gratified. |
| A fine young fellow in the present tense |
80 | is worth a lot when all is said and done. |
| If he can charm and make the public feel at ease, |
| he will not mind its changing moods; |
| he seeks the widest circle for himself, |
| so that his act will thereby be more telling. |
| And now be smart and show your finest qualities, |
| let fantasy be heard with all its many voices, |
| as well as mind and sensibility and passion, |
| and then be sure to add a dose of folly. |
| Above all, let there be sufficient action! |
90 | They come to gaze and wish to see a spectacle. |
| If many things reel off before their eyes, |
| so that the mob can gape and be astounded, |
| then you will sway the great majority |
| and be a very popular man. |
| The mass can only be subdued by massiveness, |
| so each can pick a morsel for himself. |
| A large amount contains enough for everyone, |
| and each will leave contented with his share. |
| Give us the piece you write in pieces! |
100 | Try your fortune with a potpourri |
| that’s quickly made and easily dished out. |
| What good is it to sweat and to create a whole? |
| The audience will yet pick the thing to pieces. |
| You do not feel the baseness of such handiwork. |
| How improper for an artist worth his salt! |
| I see, the botchery of your neat companions |
| has been the maxim of your enterprise. |