Der Mensch
The Human Being
Hölderlin
When a man has lived his span, his earthly remains revealed,
It is as if one day were set apart from every other,
That a man is especially disposed to dwindle,
Divorced from nature and unenvied.
It is as if he were alone in the other, distant life
Where the green of spring is all around, where benevolent summer stays
Until the year, in autumn, rushes down
And the clouds endlessly swirl about us.
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