The following is a poem by Friedrich Holderlin, who is a famous German poet of Tubingen. The first part of his poem, "Bread and Wine", really describes my impressions of Tubingen. The following is translated, of course, but I hope it sets forth the mood:

Round about the city rests.  The illuminated streets grow
   Quiet,  and coaches rush along, ( Read more... )

Three days I have been in Germany, discounting Sunday evening, when I arrived. What can I say about my thoughts, experiences? When the plane was landing that afternoon, thick stretches of beautiful green forests lay below me, nestled in the soft folds of the hills and valleys. Although the airport was near Stuttgard, there was little sign of the ( Read more... )

Every word from your lips is a drop of honey that turns into mist, catching the air with its fragrance. And I am lost in this milieu, this endless life that never tires. I am in the darkness. You are the moon. You are the stars. How long will I wait outside your door. My ears reach to hear your footsteps ( Read more... )

O home is but a far far light at night ( Read more... )

Where now is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing ( Read more... )