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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Poet by Hermann Hesse translation by Michael R. Burch Only upon me, the lonely one, Do this endless night’s stars shine As the fountain gurgles its faery song. For me alone, the lonely one, The shadows of vagabond clouds Float like dreams over slumbering farms. What is mine lies beyond possession: Neither manor, nor pasture, Neither forest, nor hunting permit … What is mine belongs to no one: The plunging brook beyond the veiling woods, The terrifying sea, The chick-like chatter of children at play, The weeping and singing of a lonely man longing for love. The temples of the gods are mine, also, And the distant past’s aristocratic castles. And mine, no less, the luminous vault of heaven, My future home … Often in flights of longing my soul soars heavenward, Hoping to gaze on the halls of the blessed, Where Love, overcoming the Law, unconditional Love for All, Leaves them all nobly transformed: Farmers, kings, tradesman, bustling sailors, Shepherds, gardeners, one and all, As they gratefully celebrate their heavenly festivals. Only the poet is unaccompanied: The lonely one who continues alone, The recounter of human longing, The one who sees the pale image of a future, The fulfillment of a world That has no further need of him. Many garlands Wilt on his grave, But no one cares or remembers him. Lonesome Night by Hermann Hesse translation by Michael R. Burch Dear brothers, who are mine, All people, near and far, Wishing on every star, Imploring relief from pain; My brothers, stumbling, dumb, Each night, as pale stars ache, Lift thin, limp hands for crumbs, mutter and suffer, awake; Poor brothers, commonplace, Pale sailors, who must live Without a bright guide above, We share a common face. Return my welcome. Without You by Hermann Hesse translation by Michael R. Burch My pillow regards me tonight Comfortless as a gravestone; I never thought it would be so bitter To face the night alone, Not to lie asleep entangled in your hair. I lie alone in this silent house, The hanging lamp softly dimmed, Then gently extend my hands To welcome yours… Softly press my warm mouth To yours… Only to kiss myself, Then suddenly I'm awake And the night grows colder still. The star in the window winks knowingly. Where is your blonde hair, Your succulent mouth? Now I drink pain in every former delight, Find poison in every wine; I never knew it would be so bitter To face the night alone, Alone, without you. Tags: poet, love, lonely, alone, night, stars
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