Friedrich Holderlin

(20 March 1770 – 6 June 1843 / Germany)

Hyperion's Song Of Destiny - Poem by Friedrich Holderlin

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
eternal clearness.


A place to rest
isn't given to us.
Suffering humans
decline and blindly fall
from one hour to the next,
like water thrown
from cliff to cliff,
year after year,
down into the Unknown.


Comments about Hyperion's Song Of Destiny by Friedrich Holderlin

  • Silver Star - 3,186 Points Michael Morgan (2/28/2014 10:57:00 PM)

    check out the setting by Brahms. It doesn't get any better. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 13, 2010



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