with the gentleness of arabesques
our life is similar
to the existence of fairies
that spin in soft cadence
to which we sacrifice
the here and now
Dreams of beauty, youthful joy
like a breath in pure harmony
with the depth of your young surface
where sparkles the longing for the night
for blood and barbarity
In the emptiness, spinning, without aims or needs
dance free our lives
always ready for the game
yet, secretly, we thirst for reality
for the conceiving, for the birth
we are thirst for sorrows and death
Graceful, spiritual, arabesque-like Our life seems like that of fairies In gentle dances to turn the void, To whom we sacrificed being and present. Beauty of dreams, fair play, So hovered, so carefully tuned, Glowing deep under your serene face Longing for night, for blood, for barbarism. In emptiness, without compulsion and need, Free our lives, always ready to play, But secretly we thirst for reality, After procreation and birth, after suffering and death.
I speak German and am somewhat disappointed with the translation.
Youthful joy! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Dreams of beauty, youthful joy like a breath in pure harmony with the depth of your young surface where sparkles the longing for the night for blood and barbarity.. a fine poem. tony
" always ready for the game yet, secretly, we thirst for reality" . Great revealation of human psyche. A wonderful modern poem of the day.
in metaphysical terms we like to sacrifice our life to find out the ultimate truth of spirituality and the belief in Almighty though there emptiness makes us sorrow and thirst for reality of practical life......
Profound poem about the human condition...Hesse seems to be suggesting that we're mere shadows of what we could be. We are divided selves; torn between light and dark. Instead of sacrificing, ' the here and now', we need to actualise our potential in life. Anyway, it's a 10 from me!
Dreams of beauty, youthful joy like a breath in pure harmony with the depth of your young surface...// superb lines
One of the best poems by Hermann Hesse..............................
Yet secretly we thirst for reality. For the conceiving, for the birth. We are thirst for sorrows and death. Beautiful