Hermann Hesse (2 July 1877 – 9 August 1962 / Calw, Württemberg)
Poems by Hermann Hesse : 2 / 13
Across The Fields
Across the sky, the clouds move,
Across the fields, the wind,
Across the fields the lost child
Of my mother wanders.
Across the street, leaves blow,
Across the trees, birds cry --
Across the mountains, far away,
My home must be.
Hermann Hesse
Submitted: Thursday, April 08, 2010
Edited: Friday, June 17, 2011
Poems by Hermann Hesse : 2 / 13
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Ooo Ahh 'JR', your translation alters the poem dramatically, but thanks for it just the same. Is there truly so much scope for interpretation, as appears?
A different and, I think, better translation of this poem appeared in Poor Old Tired Horse No.16. The translator was Lesley Lendrum it reads
'Clouds blow across the sky
and the wind across the field
across the field wanders
my mother's lost child
Leaves fly across the path
across the trees the birds fly
somewhere across the hills
my far off home must be'