Quote #9
Like a poet man lives.
More from Friedrich Holderlin
- This name is fake. I was never called Holderlin, but Scardanelli!
- I call on Fate to give me back my soul.
- What is the wisdom of a book compared with the wisdom of an angel?
- What is all that men have done and thought over thousands of years, compared with one moment of love.
- Now we were standing close to the summit's rim, gazing out into the endless East.
- We were eager to have done and trusted to luck.
- The earth with yellow pears And overgrown with roses wild Upon the pond is bent, And swans divine, With kisses drunk You drop your heads In…
- You seek life, and a godly fire Gushes and gleams for you out of the earth, As, with shuddering long, you Hurl yourself down to the flames …