To The Parcae

Today I treat you with the beauties I indulged in without a keep...  Lavish exquisiteness!

"To the Parcae" 

by Friedrich Hölderlin

A single summer grant me, great powers, and

a single autumn for fully ripened song

that, sated with the sweetness of my

playing, my heart may more willingly die.

The soul that, living, did not attain its divine

right cannot repose in the nether world.

But once what I am bent on, what is

holy, my poetry, is accomplished:

Be welcome then, stillness of the shadows’ world!

I shall be satisfied though my lyre will not

accompany me down there. Once I

lived like the gods, and more is not needed.

Translated from German by Walter Kaufmann

The charm knows no bounds when this haunting poem has the background sound of this gem from Bob Dylan: Lay Down Your Weary Tune 

PS:

these helped certain rediscovering of self too...

Moirai, it is. Do I claim much? ;)