Johann Christian Friedrich Hölderlin was a major German lyric poet, commonly associated with the artistic movement known as Romanticism.
The poetry of Hölderlin, widely recognized today as one of the highest points of German literature, was little known or understood during his lifetime and slipped into obscurity shortly after his death; his illness and reclusion made him fade from his contemporaries' consciousness – and, even though selections of his work were being published by his friends already during his lifetime, it was largely ignored for the rest of the 19th century.
In fact, Hölderlin was a man of his time, an early supporter of the French Revolution – in his ... more »
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Friedrich Holderlin Poems
Hyperion's Song Of Destiny
Holy spirits, you walk up there in the light, on soft earth. Shining god-like breezes
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
Half of Life
With its yellow pears And wild roses everywhere The shore hangs into the lake, O gracious swans,
At The Middle Of Life
The earth hangs down to the lake, full of yellow pears and wild roses. Lovely swans, drunk with
1. It is still bright night in the Alps, and a cloud, Authoring joyfulness, covers the yawning valley.
Celebration Of Peace
The holy, familiar hall, built long ago, Is aired, and filled with heavenly, Softly echoing, quietly modulating music.
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
The northeast blows, my favorite among winds, since it promises fiery spirit and a good voyage to mariners.
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,
The god Is near, and hard to grasp. But where there is danger, A rescuing element grows as well.
Another day. I follow another path, Enter the leafing woodland, visit the spring Or the rocks where the roses bloom Or search from a look-out, but nowhere
Ages of Life
Euphrates' cities and Palmyra's streets and you Forests of columns in the level desert What are you now?
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,
It's not yet Time. They are still Unbound. And the indifferent don't care About godly matters.
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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
breathe without any plan;
the spirit flourishes continually
in them, chastely kept,
as in a small bud,
and their holy eyes
look out in still
A place to rest
isn't given to us.
decline and blindly fall
from one hour to the next,
like water thrown
from cliff to cliff,