We Are Told That When Hölderlin Went

German Poetry Is Going In A Very Different Direction From French Poetry.... Its Language Has Become More Sober, More Factual. It Distrusts "beauty." It Tries To Be Truthful.

Only Truthful Hands Write True Poems. I Cannot See Any Basic Difference Between A Handshake And A Poem.

A Nothing We Were, Are, Shall Remain, Flowering: The Nothing--, The No One's Rose.

Spring: Trees Flying Up To Their Birds

There's Nothing In The World For Which A Poet Will Give Up Writing, Not Even He Is A Jew And The Language Of His Poems Is German.