by Friedrich Nietzsche

On the bridge I stood
Lately, in gloomy night.
Came a distant song:
In golden drops it rolled
Over the glittering rim away.
Music, gondolas, lights—
Drunk, swam far forth in the gloom. . . .

A stringed instrument, my soul,
Sang, imperceptibly moved,
A gondola song by stealth,
Gleaming for gaudy blessedness.
—Hearkened any thereto?

Poem also known as ‘The Gondola Song’. First published in Ecce Homo: How One Becomes What One Is, by Friedrich Nietzsche, 1908

About the Author:

Friedrich Nietzsche (October 15, 1844 – August 25, 1900) was a German philosopher, cultural critic, classical philologist and poet.