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[vc_row][vc_column width='3/4']In the Tower at Bollingen it is as if one lived many centuries simultaneously. The place will outlive me, and in its location and style it points backward to things of long ago. There is very little about it to suggest the present. If a man of the sixteenth century were to move into the house, only the kerosene...

The name Kudrun, and hence the title of a German epic, is rendered as "Gudrun" in most older English translations. But today the form "Kudrun" is preferred because Gudrun is also the name of an unrelated character in Norse mythology. Gudrun is a major figure in early Germanic literature that is centred on the hero Sigurd, son of Sigmund. She...

The Story of Laurin & The Small Rose Garden   Laurin was probably one of the most popular poems concerning the knight called Dietrich and is attested in variety of manuscripts as well as in printed editions. It almost certainly originates in the 12th century in Tyrol, and has 4 major variations or versions. They all are written in rhyming couplets, except...

The first story ever written about the Grail was Perceval or the Story of the Grail (ca. 1180–1190) by Chrétien de Troyes. The tale of the Holy Grail is not an ancient myth whose roots are lost in the depths of time. The Grail legend was invented by medieval poets, storytellers and troubadours in the late twelfth and early thirteenth...

We, the men of the present and today, we are not for one moment content in the world of time, nor are we fixed in it; we overflow continually towards the man of the Past, towards our origin and towards those who apparently come after us. In that most vast, open world all beings are - one cannot say "contemporaneous",...

Du Dunkelheit, aus der ich stamme, Ich liebe dich mehr als die Flamme, Welche die Welt begrenzt, Indem sie glänzt Für irgend einen Kreis, Aus dem heraus kein Wesen von ihr weiß. [vc_row][vc_column width='3/4'] Aber die Dunkelheit hält alles in sich: Gestalten und Flammen, Tiere und mich, Wie sie’s erraft, Menschen und Mächte – Und es kann sein: eine große Kraft Rührt sich in meiner Nachbarschaft. Ich glaube an Nächte. Rainer Maria Rilke Gij...