My youthful mornings overflowed with joy,
the nights with tears. But now the years
bring fraught with doubt the dawn of every day,
Blessed and blissful night's dark descent.
Holderlin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so refreshing, not to say a relief, to find another modern poet who uses form and linguistic structure in poetry rather than just commit projectile vomiting to paper!