By Herman Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the dawn colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a god's
The cry of unconscious powers for deliverance?
The distant line of the mountain,
That beautifully and courageously rests in the blue,
Is this too only a convulsion,
Only the wild strain of fermenting nature,
Only grief, only agony, only meaningless fumbling,
Never resting, never a blessed movement?
No! Leave me alone, you impure dream
Of the world in suffering!
The dance of tiny insects cradles you in an evening radiance,
The bird's cry cradles you,
A breath of wind cools my forehead
Leave me alone, you unendurably old human grief!
Let it all be pain,
Let it all be suffering, let it be wretched—
But not this one sweet hour in the summer,
And not the fragrance of the red clover,
And not the deep tender pleasure
In my soul.
Translated by James Wright
Wikipedia tells us (as part of a long article on his life and writing) that Hesse was 'a German-born, Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. His best-known works include Steppenwolf, Siddhartha, and The Glass Bead Game, each of which explores an individual's search for authenticity, self-knowledge and spirituality. In 1946, he received the Nobel Prize in Literature.'
He died in 1962, on August 9, so this is the 51st anniversary of his death.
Here are biographical details in his own words, and here is his Nobel acceptance speech.
To tell the truth, for the most part I like Hesse's novels much better than his poetry — though I must add that I read both only in translation. Much of his poetry seems to me to have a gloomy vision. This one has too, but is redeemed by his insistence that the very real suffering of the world not outweigh the beauty of this present moment (or hour).
He wrote a lot of books, and his Amazon page is in fact a number of pages.
You can find more of his poems online at Poemhunter.
A lovely prose piece on trees is featured at Maria Popova's 'Brain Pickings' blog.
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