A Swarm Of Gnats – Hermann Hesse

Many thousand glittering motes Crowd forward greedily together In trembling circles. Extravagantly carousing away For a whole hour rapidly vanishing, They rave, …

On A Journey – Hermann Hesse

Don’t be downcast, soon the night will come, When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret Over the faint countryside, …

The Poet – Hermann Hesse

Only on me, the lonely one, The unending stars of the night shine, The stone fountain whispers its magic song, To me …