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days where you seem to drop everything or hit into things, when there's always too much in your hands when you need to pick something up and things fall off the table when you reach for something else.

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     All I ask is that the reader be kindly disposed towards these pages. In that case he will certainly not find them incomprehensible, far less objectionable. But if, nonetheless, some should think such a language too unconventional, I must confess to them: I cannot help it. On a fine day - they should consider - almost every mode of song makes itself heard; and Nature, whence it originates, also receives it again.
     The author intends to offer the public an entire collection of such pieces, and this one should be regarded as a kind of sample.

-Friedrich Hölderlin
 Into to the poem Friedensfeier ("Celebration of Peace")
 circa 1801

and thus was modern poetry.

online translations of the poem seem pretty bad, don't bother.