Hölderlin, Friedrich, — Translations into English. Introduction: Reading Hölderlin in the Age of Difference: Eric L. Santner; Hyperion, Or The Hermitt. Hyperion: Hyperion, epistolary novel by Friedrich Hölderlin, published in German as Hyperion; oder, der Eremit aus Griechenland (“Hyperion; or, The Hermit in. Hyperion is a novel of stirring lyricism, philosophical sublimity, and enduring influence. It stands among Hölderlin’s most extraordinary achievements.
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This website began in as a personal project, and I have been working on it full-time without a salary holdeglin Gleaming, divine breezes touch you lightly, as a female musician’s fingers touch holy strings.
As fateless as a sleeping infant, the Heavenly Ones breathe. Chastely guarded, as in a modest bud, eternally bloom their spirits, and their blessed eyes gaze in calm, eternal clarity. But it is our fate englis have no rest anywhere.
Vanishing, falling, holderlim human beings go blindly from one hour to the next like water from cliff to cliff, thrown downward for years long into Uncertainty.