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Out For A Walk

The margins of the forest are beautiful,

as if painted onto the green slopes.

I walk around, and sweet peace

rewards me for the thorns

in my heart, when the mind has grown

dark, for right from the start

art and thinking have cost it pain.

There are lovely pictures in the valley,

by Friedrich Holderlin

Human Applause

Isn't my heart holy, more full of life's beauty,

since I fell in love? Why did you like me more

when I was prouder and wilder, more full

of words, yet emptier?

Well, the crowd likes whatever sells in the

marketplace; and no one but a slave

appreciates violent men. Only those who

by Friedrich Holderlin

As On A Holiday

As on a holiday, when a farmer

Goes out to look at his fields, in the morning,

After cool lightning has fallen through the hot night,

And thunder still echoes in the distance,

And the stream returns to its banks,

And the earth becomes green and fresh,

And drops of joyful rain from heaven rest

Upon the vines, and the trees in the grove

by Friedrich Holderlin

Celebration Of Peace

The holy, familiar hall, built long ago,

Is aired, and filled with heavenly,

Softly echoing, quietly modulating music.

A cloud of joy sends fragrance

Over the green carpets. Shining in the

Distance, a splendid row of gold-wreathed

Cups stands, well-ordered, full of ripe fruits.

Tables stand at the sides, rising above

by Friedrich Holderlin

Patmos

The god

Is near, and hard to grasp.

But where there is danger,

A rescuing element grows as well.

Eagles live in the darkness,

And the sons of the Alps

Cross over the abyss without fear

On lightly-built bridges.

by Friedrich Holderlin

At The Middle Of Life

The earth hangs down

to the lake, full of yellow

pears and wild roses.

Lovely swans, drunk with

kisses you dip your heads

into the holy, sobering waters.

But when winter comes,

where will I find

by Friedrich Holderlin

Homecoming

It is still bright night in the Alps, and a cloud,

Authoring joyfulness, covers the yawning valley.

Playful mountain breezes rush and toss about, and a ray

Of light shines abruptly through the firs and disappears.

Chaos, quivering with joy, hurries slowly to do battle.

Young in form, yet strong, it celebrates a loving quarrel

Among the cliffs. It ferments and shakes within its eternal

by Friedrich Holderlin