Hermann Hesse

(2 July 1877 – 9 August 1962 / Calw, Württemberg)

The Poet


Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
To me alone, to me the lonely one
The colorful shadows of the wandering clouds
Move like dreams over the open countryside.
Neither house nor farmland,
Neither forest nor hunting privilege is given to me,
What is mine belongs to no one,
The plunging brook behind the veil of the woods,
The frightening sea,
The bird whir of children at play,
The weeping and singing, lonely in the evening, of a man secretly in love.
The temples of the gods are mine also, and mine
the aristocratic groves of the past.
And no less, the luminous
Vault of heaven in the future is my home:
Often in full flight of longing my soul storms upward,
To gaze on the future of blessed men,
Love, overcoming the law, love from people to people.
I find them all again, nobly transformed:
Farmer, king, tradesman, busy sailors,
Shepherd and gardener, all of them
Gratefully celebrate the festival of the future world.
Only the poet is missing,
The lonely one who looks on,
The bearer of human longing, the pale image
Of whom the future, the fulfillment of the world
Has no further need. Many garlands
Wilt on his grave,
But no one remembers him.


1911

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Poet by Hermann Hesse )

Enter the verification code :

  • Veteran Poet - 4,443 Points * Sunprincess * (4/29/2014 2:26:00 AM)

    .......amazing lines....poets are the wealthiest of all humans...beautiful poem
    ~What is mine belongs to no one,
    The plunging brook behind the veil of the woods,
    The frightening sea,
    The bird whir of children at play,
    The weeping and singing, lonely in the evening, of a man secretly in love.
    The temples of the gods are mine also, and mine
    the aristocratic groves of the past.
    And no less, the luminous
    Vault of heaven in the future is my home: ~ (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Yes and no two words, gajanan mishra
  2. sister forever, yolandey breedt
  3. Diya (Reposted), DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
  4. Life is better shared, belinda mrwebi
  5. What Is It?, Leloudia Migdali
  6. Wald, Paola Degli Esposti
  7. Sex Ed, Betsy Sholl
  8. Creamer Quest, Antonio Liao
  9. O For a Thousand Tongues, Betsy Sholl
  10. What I Can Say: To My Sisters, Betsy Sholl

Poem of the Day

poet William Butler Yeats

WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Anna Akhmatova

 

Member Poem

poet Sumita Datta

Trending Poems

  1. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. A Drinking Song, William Butler Yeats
  4. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  5. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  6. No Man Is An Island, John Donne
  7. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  9. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  10. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]