The Bell of Night
Who are the bellringers
of that great bell,
ringing only in silence
one night on the earth,
night of hidden grace
of the brightening healing
of this wholeness,
the claiming Is, the
pure arrival of
the freeing lack of godhood,
all the onetime pasts
of the gods, the claiming,
first onset of
mankind in the pasture,
tending the destiny of
freeing links, healing the rift
of beyng, herding the never
herded, every uniqueness,
sudden clearing, for once
only the time of the selfsame one,
tending pure death.
See Anmerkung II.22. [Appears in GA 97]
[Like the distant, suddenly dissolving tracks of the brash appearance of a cool shining constellation in the clear night sky, concealed in its “onset” and in its end, thinking fades as the release of beyng; beyng in its own shrine as well as itself in beyng, and belongs as memory of the claiming, to the unobtrusive light of beyng as a sudden fitting trail. To be a poet here is thinking the poem, the figura, of beyng, gone far in departure to the difference out of the rift of the freeness of freedom. Dis-appear: freed by the freedom of releasing itself into the acquiescence of belonging in the on-set of fulfillment as the claiming of dispossession.]