Poems of Friedrich Hölderlin







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Why you must not read these translations 

"Hölderlin, the greatest of the German poets. You cannot touch him in translation. If you’re reading Hölderlin, you must learn German first.”  

     — Werner Herzog, interviewed in The Guardian, 19 June 2020.

I won't argue that reading my translations is better than reading the German originals (though truth to tell a couple friends have unreasonably suggested as much), but following Werner Herzog's position one might argue there's no point in reading Shakespeare unless in English—never mind that much Elizabethan usage is quite unintelligible without footnotes. So if you're German, better put aside those wonderful Schlegel translations of Shakespeare, which practically converted him into a national poet of Germany.

Unlike most other poets of his times, Holderlin has interesting and perhaps even important things to say, and there's no need, in the interest of linguistic aesthetics, not to share the wealth with those unfortunates handicapped with an ignorance of the German language.  

— 6/21/20


 

Was Hölderlin a Romantic?

Some critics cannot resist classifying Hölderlin as a Romantic poet, mainly I suppose because he lived in that era. In fact he had not much in common with his contemporaries, who binged with delight on Volkslieder, ballads, German antiquarianism, traditional rhymed verse forms, as well as yearning for the Infinite and so forth. Perhaps Hölderlin's reluctance to participate might have contributed to the indifferent reception of his published poetry, although you can find themes one might pertinently label "Romantic" in the Hyperion novel and Death of Empedocles play.

What Hölderlin is about for me is developing ways of adapting and transporting Greek literature and religious culture into German poetry, which in his last and best creative phase resulted in the unrhymed, discursive, celebratory, hymnic writing which he learned from Pindar and cautiously adapted into his poems. Although formally the Hellenic inspiration dates back a half-century earlier in both German and English literatures, his is a unique accomplishment which doesn't happen convincingly or enduringly in other European literatures, and it is also what separates him from the Romantic movement. Indeed you might even imagine the Late Hymns—including such poems as Mnemosyne and The Ister here translated— as breakthrough poems into postmodernity.    

— 6/25/20



“I love the smell of book ink in the morning.” – Umberto Eco


An expanded third-edition of all the translations on this website was published on July 1, 2020 and is available at spdbooks.org, and soon at amazon.com. I confess I was getting a bit tired of the "Old Germany" imagery one is assaulted with when reading about the poet, so I sprang for a 1930s German futurist photo by Erich Angenendt on the cover. If you'll forgive the somewhat heavy-handed symbolism, the idea is that it's a Greek temple (in reality an Italian copy of a Roman one) and in the distance are the Alps, pointing the reader towards Deutschland, which is much of what this poet is about. 

—7/1/20



Alma mater dolorosa



Tübinger Stift in 2009. Thx Flickruser Joachim Hofmann.


I came across an interesting quote from a letter H. wrote to his new friend GWF Hegel on October 24, 1796 concerning the college (Tübinger Stift) where both studied:

"Das Stipendium riecht durch ganz Württemberg und die Pfalz herunter mich an wie eine Bahre, worin schon allerlei Gewürm sich regt." (StA Br.127).

"The college smells throughout Württemberg up to the Pfalz (i.e., as far as Frankfurt) to me as if it were a hospital stretcher, on which all kinds of worms are moving around."

Maybe an example of teenage sociopathy, but the critical mindset of the two friends is already apparent at age sixteen.

—7/7/20



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