by James Wright, 1972)
I feel my way through forest and gorge,
Fantastically around me a magic circle glows;
Not caring whether I'm courted or cursed,
I follow truly
my inner calling.
often that reality in which they live
Has wakened me and summoned me to itself!
I stood there
disillusioned and frightened
And soon crept away again.
warm home that they steal me away from,
Oh, dream of
love that they trouble in me,
I flee back to you down a thousand
Close paths, as water
returns to the sea.
Springs lead me in secret with their melodies,
ruffle their brilliant plumage;
My childhood rings forth as if it were new,
In golden strands of light and the sweet song of bees,
There I find myself sobbing near the mother again.
From: Hermann Hesse: Wandering, Translated by ©
James Wright, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, New York, 1972, ISBN
0-374-50975-1 (Noonday 420) -
Out of Print!
Original copyright: © 1920 S. Fischer Verlag; now All Rights with
Suhrkamp Verlag, Frankfurt a.M. 1977