Holderlin

If to those warning ones...


If to those warning ones I listened, they'd smile at me, thinking,
     Sooner we got him because always he shunned us, the fool;
Yet they'd count it no gain,

Sing then, sing your old song foretelling my doom, and repeat it,
     Terrible Gods of Fate, ceaselessly drone in my ears.
Yours I shall be in the end, I know, but first I'll belong to
     None but myself and secure life for myself and a name.






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