The Tower Between Being and Time

Not every blogger spends his airplane rides re-translating Heidegger's favorite poet, Friedrich Holderlin. But then not every blogger is Scott Horton:

God is near
Yet hard to seize.
Where there is danger,
The rescue grows as well.
Eagles live in the darkness,
And the sons of the Alps
Go fearlessly over the abyss
Upon bridges simply built.
Therefore, since the peaks
Of Time are heaped all about,
And dear ones live close by,
Worn down on the most separated mountains
Then give us innocent waters;
Give us wings, and the truest minds
To voyage over and then again to return...