#holderlin

[petit-atelier-de-poesie]

Sur l’enclume qui ne ment forge ta langue. 

Hölderlin

[petit-atelier-de-poesie]

C’est la parole qui engendre la pensée, car elle dépasse l’esprit humain qui n’en est que l’esclave… Or, les lois de l’esprit sont métriques. Quand la pensée ne peut plus se traduire qu’à travers le rythme, que le rythme est devenu son unique mode d’expression, alors seulement il y a poésie. 

Hölderlin

[giovanna-dark]

Il compianto di Menone per Diotíma

Ma noi, congiunti come va congiunta beatamente innamorata coppia di cigni che riposano sul lido o si cullan sull’onde, e giú riguardano dentro l’acque ove specchiansi le nuvole tutte d’argento, — ed un azzurro etereo palpita al fondo sotto i remiganti, — sulla terra, cosí, beatamente andavamo anche noi.

Friedrich Hölderlin

[rodrigosqrt3]

Let others speak on my behalf when I am far away, The flowers of the sky, the blossoms of the stars And all those stars on earth, the myriad germinations; Divinely present nature Needs no speech; no, never will she leave you to Your own devices, if but once she has drawn near. For inextinguishable is the moment that is hers; And with her, victorious throughout the ages, Bestowing blessings from above, fire celestial. And when the glorious days of Saturn come, The new, more manly days, Then think of times gone by, and live a life warmed by The genius of your fathers’ sayings once again! To celebrate with you will come, as though invited by The canticle of vernal light, the all-forgotten world Of heroes rising from the realm of shades, And with the golden clouds of mourning may Your memories be gathered, joyful ones! about you.— — Friedrich Hölderlin, The Death of Empedocles

[chrisengel]

Nothing can grow and nothing can perish so deeply as man. But nothing is more beautiful than when, after a long death, it begins to dawn in him again, and the pain, like a brother, goes out to meet the joy that is dawning from afar.

Friedrich Hölderlin

[dk-thrive]

Is it courage or cowardice to love, asked Hölderlin, are you weak or strong if you manage to suffocate love, are you selfish or pure if you follow your heart?

— Jón Kalman Stefánsson, Your Absence Is Darkness (translated by Philip Roughton) (Spiegel & Grau, 2024)

[schizografia]

[sadistic-girls-blog]

¿No era el para mí? Decidme, hermanas del destino, ¿no era el para mí? ¡A las fuentes puras pongo por testigos, y a los árboles inocentes que nos escucharon, y a la luz del día, y al Éter! ¿No era el para mí? ¿No estaba unida a mí en cada nota de la vida?.

Hiperión o el eremita en Grecia-Friedrich Hölderlin.