These fruits are ripe, dipped in fire, Cooked and sampled here on earth. - Friedrich Hölderlin

in the union of nature, loyalty is no dream! We part only to be more intimately at one, more divinely at peace with all, with each other. We die so as to live.

Too long now things divine have been cheaply used
And all the power of heaven, the kindly, spent
In trifling waste by cold and cunning
Men without thanks, who when he, the Highest,

In person tills their field for them, think they know
the daylight and the Thunderer, and indeed
Their telescope may find them all, may
Count and may name every star of heaven.

Yet will the Father cover with holy night,
That we may last on earth, our too knowing eyes.
. . . Never will our
Free-ranging power coerce his heaven.

From “The Poet’s Vocation” (“Dichterberuf”)

These fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,
Cooked and tested here on earth.