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Cargando... Selected Poems and Fragments (Penguin Classics) (English and German Edition) (edición 1998)por Friedrich Holderlin, Jeremy Adler (Editor), Michael Hamburger (Traductor)
Información de la obraSelected Poems and Fragments (Penguin Classics) por Friedrich Hölderlin
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Friedrich H lderlin (1770-1843) is now recognized as one of Europe?s supreme poets. He first found his true voice in the epigrams and odes he wrote when transfigured by his love for the wife of a rich banker. He later embarked on an extraordinarily ambitious sequence of hymns exploring cosmology and history, from mythological times to the discovery of America and his own era. The ?Canticles of Night?, by contrast, include enigmatic fragments in an unprecedented style, which anticipates the Symbolists and Surrealists. Together the works collected here show H lderlin?s use of Classical and Christian imagery and his exploration of cosmology and history in an attempt to find meaning in an uncertain world. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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Sunset
Where are you? Dazzled, drunken my soul grows faint
And dark with so much gladness; for even now
I listened while, too rich in golden
Sounds, the enrapturing youth, the sun-god
Intoned his evening hymn on a heavenly lyre;
All round the hills and forests re-echoed it,
Though far from here-to pious nations
Who still revere him-by now he's journeyed.
Wo bist du? Trunken dammert die Seele mir
Von aller deiner Wonne; denn eben ist's,
Dass ich gelauscht, wie, goldner Tone
Voll der entzukende Sonnenjungling
Sein Abendlied af himmlischer Leyer speilt';
Es tonten rings die Walder und Hugel nach.
Doch fern ist er zu frommen Volkern,
Die ihn noch ehren, hinweggegangen. (pp 16).
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