To be one with all – that is the life of the divinity, that is the heaven of man. - Friedrich Hölderlin

"To the Parcae"

A single summer grant me, great powers, and
a single autumn for fully ripened song
that, sated with the sweetness of my
playing, my heart may more willingly die.
The soul that, living, did not attain its divine
right cannot repose in the nether world.
But once what I am bent on, what is
holy, my poetry, is accomplished:
Be welcome then, stillness of the shadows’ world!
I shall be satisfied though my lyre will not
accompany me down there. Once I
lived like the gods, and more is not needed.

Eagles live in the darkness,
And the sons of the Alps
Cross over the abyss without fear
On lightly-built bridges.
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Growing weak on the separate mountains — Then give us calm waters;
Give us wings, and loyal minds
To cross over and return.

¿Qué son los siglos, comparados a ese instante en que dos seres se adivinan y se acercan?