A Little Goethe…

The Holy Longing

By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Tell a wise person, or else keep silent.

Because the massman will mock it right away.

I praise what is truly alive,

What longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love-nights,

where you were begotten, where you have begotten,

a strange feeling comes over you

when you see the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught

in the obsession with darkness,

and a desire for higher lovemaking

sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter,

now, arriving in magic, flying,

and finally, insane for the light,

you are the butterfly and you are gone.

And as long as you haven’t experienced

this: to die and so to grow,

you are only a troubled guest

on the dark earth.

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