Aftersong Comments

The song is done—the sweet cry of yearning died in my mouth: A magician did it, a friend at the right hour, a noontime friend—no! Do not ask who it might be— it was at noon when one turned into two....

Noon of life! How I like this metaphor of the middle age!

Nietzsche is full of philosophy. Wonderful poem.

Nietzsche describes man in his best hour, full of life, and acceptance, a wedding! The feast of all feasts but, it is Zoroaster, the god of divine wisdom, that he was so glad to see! ! !