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Looking outward

The open day is bright with pictures for everyone,

when green fields appear on the distant plain,

before the light of evening yields to twilight,

and reflections of light alleviate the noise of the day.

The inner being of the world often appears clouded

and hidden, and people's minds are full of doubts

and irritation, but splendid nature cheers up their days,

and doubt's dark questions stay distant.

Friedrich Holderlin

Remembrance

The northeast blows,

my favorite among winds,

since it promises fiery spirit

and a good voyage to mariners.

But go now, and greet

the lovely Garonne,

and the gardens of Bordeaux,

where the path runs

Friedrich Holderlin

Once Gods Walked

Once gods walked among humans,

The splendid Muses and youthful Apollo

Inspired and healed us, just like you.

And you are to me as if one of the Holy Ones

Had sent me forth into life, and the image

Of my beloved goes with me,

And wherever I stay and whatever I learn,

I learned and gained it from her,

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When I Was A Boy

When I was a boy

a god would often rescue me

from the shouting and violence of humans.

Then, safe and well, I would play

with the meadow flowers,

and heaven's breezes

would play with me.

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To The Sun God

Where are you? Drunk, my mind becomes

Twilight after all your ecstasy. For I just saw

How the enrapturing young god,

Tired from his journey,

Bathed his youthful hair in the golden clouds.

And now my eyes follow after him,

But he is gone away to reverent

Nations which still honor him.

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The Neckar

My heart awakened to life in your valleys,

Your waves played around me.

And all of the fair hills that know you,

Wayfarer, are known to me as well.

On those peaks the winds from the sky

Relieved me from pains of bondage,

And silver-blue waves shone forth from the valley,

Like the joy of life pouring out from a chalice.

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To The Fates

Grant me just one summer, powerful ones,

And just one autumn for ripe songs,

That my heart, filled with that sweet

Music, may more willingly die within me.

The soul, denied its divine heritage in life,

Won't find rest down in Hades either.

But if what is holy to me, the poem

That rests in my heart, succeeds —

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The Course Of Life

You too wanted better things, but love

forces all of us down. Sorrow bends us more

forcefully, but the arc doesn't return to its

point of origin without a reason.

Upwards or downwards! In holy Night,

where mute Nature plans the coming days,

doesn't there reign in the most twisted Orcus

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Mnemosyne

The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,

Cooked and sampled on earth. And there's a law,

That things crawl off in the manner of snakes,

Prophetically, dreaming on the hills of heaven.

And there is much that needs to be retained,

Like a load of wood on the shoulders.

But the pathways are dangerous.

The captured elements and ancient laws of earth

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Bread And Wine

Round about the city rests. The illuminated streets grow

Quiet, and coaches rush along, adorned with torches.

Men go home to rest, filled with the day's pleasures;

Busy minds weigh up profit and loss contentedly

At home. The busy marketplace comes to rest,

Vacant now of flowers and grapes and crafts.

But the music of strings sounds in distant gardens:

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For Zimmer

The lines of life are various,

Like roads, and the borders of mountains.

What we are here, a god can complete there,

With harmonies, undying reward, and peace.

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Hyperion's Song Of Destiny

Holy spirits, you walk up there

in the light, on soft earth.

Shining god-like breezes

touch upon you gently,

as a woman's fingers

play music on holy strings.

Like sleeping infants the gods

Friedrich Holderlin