In the lean years who needs poets? But poets as you say are like the holy disciple of the Wild One [Dionysus], who used to stroll over the fields through the whole divine night.
Friedrich Holderlin, (1770-1843) German poet and Philosopher
“This is from a poem called Bread And Wine Part Seven by Friedrich Holderlin, one of the great Romantic poets, translated by Robert Bly. I just go to that for a sheer charge of delight and electricity. And that’s all I have to say about it.”
Martin Shaw, Ph.D. scholar of myth, acclaimed storyteller,
and author of many books including Courting the Wild Twin