Hermann Hesse

(2 July 1877 – 9 August 1962 / Calw, Württemberg)

Lonesome Night - Poem by Hermann Hesse

You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
You, stumbling dumb
At night, as pale stars break,
Lift your thin hands for some
Hope, and suffer, and wake,
Poor muddling commonplace,
You sailors who must live
Unstarred by hopelessness,
We share a single face.
Give me my welcome back.

Translated by James Wright

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  • Bronze Star - 2,091 Points val Rogers (10/12/2015 11:14:00 AM)

    What beautiful words. If I could write as sure I'd be a poet for the poor, for the joy
    For laughing ocean shores. You're very good. Val Brooklyn Rogers' (Report) Reply

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