Hyperion, or the Hermit in Greece

By Friedrich Hölderlin · Sequential reading edition

Letter XIX

Hyperion to Bellarmin

A thousand times I’ve laughed in the joy of my heart at those who imagine a sublime spirit cannot possibly know how to prepare a vegetable. If the occasion arose Diotima was quite capable of speaking with real passion of the hearth, and there’s surely nothing nobler than a noble maiden who tends the wholesome flame and, akin to nature herself, prepares the food that gladdens the heart.

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