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
Flies there each day through the same blue air
That carries their cries from me to you;
We know how high the sun is now
As long as the roof of the steeple glows,
The roof that's covered with sheets of tin;
Up there in the wind, where the wind is not
Turning the vane of the weathercock,
The weathercock silently crows in the wind.
This is poetry. Reality, justly transformed by the needs of the viewer.
One of the best poems by Friedrich Holderlin............................
A superb poem on a few marvels of nature's manifestations composed by a master craftsman.
I live in Germany and I have had to opportunity to enjoy the poetry of Holderlin in his mother tongue. It is very reflective passionate colorful and highly gorgeous. Thanks for posting,
A wonderful life song revolving around beautiful manifestations of nature. A well deserved classic poem of the day.
A beautiful poem is amazingly shared. Thanks and congratulations for being selected as modern poem of the poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Í have set this man's poems to music in his native tongue German. He is very special and wonderfully mysterious.