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Friedrich Holderlin - Out For A Walk
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The margins of the forest are beautiful, 
as if painted onto the green slopes.
I walk around, and sweet peace 
rewards me for the thorns
in my heart, when the mind has grown 
dark, for right from the start
art and thinking have cost it pain.
There are lovely pictures in the valley, 
for example the gardens and trees, 
and the narrow footbridge, and the brook, 
hardly visible.  How beautifully 
the landscape shines, cheerfully distant, 
like a splendid picture, where I come 
to visit when the weather is mild.
A kindly divinity leads us on at first
with blue, then prepares clouds,
shaped like gray domes, with 
searing lightning and rolling thunder, 
then comes the loveliness of the fields,
and beauty wells forth from 
the source of the primal image.
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