Hermann Hesse (2 July 1877 – 9 August 1962 / Calw, Württemberg)
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How Heavy The Days
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
Translated by James Wright
Submitted by Holt
Hermann Hesse
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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Poems by Hermann Hesse : 4 / 13
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