📍Großer Hirschgraben 23–25, 60311 Frankfurt am Main, Germany
1749 – 1775“The house on Großer Hirschgraben was rebuilt entirely by my father in the year of my birth — he spent three years on the renovation as if preparing a stage for my arrival. My bedroom on the top floor faced south; from there I watched the town move below me and began composing verse before I fully knew what verse was. Frankfurt gave me language, family, and the early ambition that took me to Weimar and never brought me back.”
👍 LovedMy father's library — four thousand volumes that formed the raw material of my education
👎 DislikedThe rather provincial legal career my father envisioned — it took years to persuade him that literature was a serious calling
🗺️ Approximate location today
📷 Location image · via Wikimedia Commons