Friedrich Holderlin Poems

Holy spirits, you walk up there
in the light, on soft earth.
Shining god-like breezes
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Like the stamen inside a flower
The steeple stands in lovely blue
And the day unfolds around its needle;

The flock of swallows that circles the steeple
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With its yellow pears
And wild roses everywhere
The shore hangs into the lake,
O gracious swans,
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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
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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,
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The northeast blows,
my favorite among winds,
since it promises fiery spirit
and a good voyage to mariners.
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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.
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The god
Is near, and hard to grasp.
But where there is danger,
A rescuing element grows as well.
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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
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It is still bright night in the Alps, and a cloud,
Authoring joyfulness, covers the yawning valley.
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