Friedrich Hölderlin: “Midlife”

Midlife

With yellow pears
And full of wild roses,
The land hangs over the sea.
You swans, so lovely
And drunk on kisses,
You dip your heads
Into pure sacred waters.

But oh, when winter comes,
where will I find flowers?
Where will I find the sun
and shade upon this earth?
The walls stand cold
and speechless,
and in the wind,
weathervanes rattle.

Friedrich Hölderlin

Translated from German by Paul Weinfield, © 2015
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