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Poor people, near and far Longing for every star, Dream of relief from pain, You, stumbling numb 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. Tell me you can hear me.
Hermann Hesse, 1902
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James Wright's © translation of "Einsame Nacht" is taken from "Hermann Hesse: Poems", a Noonday paperback (#386) which unfortunately is out of print. The last line of the translation "Give me my greeting back" was edited.
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