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Here are a few samples that I liked:
Elizabeth
by Hermann Hesse (Translated by James Wright)
I should tell you a story,
The night is already so late -
Do you want to torment me,
Lovely Elizabeth?
I write poems about that,
Just as you do;
And the entire history of my love
Is you and this evening.
You mustn't be troublesome,
And blow these poems away.
Soon you will listen to them,
Listen, and not understand.
Destiny
by Hermann Hesse (Translated by James Wright)
In our fury and muddle
We act like children, cut off,
Fled from ourselves,
Bound by silly shame.
The years clump past
In their agony, waiting.
Not a single path leads back
To the garden of our youth.
The First Flowers
by Hermann Hesse (Translated by James Wright)
Beside the brook
Toward the willows,
During these days
So many yellow flowers have opened
Their eyes into gold.
I have long since lost my innocence, yet a memory
Touches my depth, the golden hours of morning, and gazes
Brilliantly upon me out of the eyes of flowers.
I was going to pick flowers;
Now I leave them all standing
And walk home, an old man.
Elizabeth
by Hermann Hesse (Translated by James Wright)
I should tell you a story,
The night is already so late -
Do you want to torment me,
Lovely Elizabeth?
I write poems about that,
Just as you do;
And the entire history of my love
Is you and this evening.
You mustn't be troublesome,
And blow these poems away.
Soon you will listen to them,
Listen, and not understand.
Destiny
by Hermann Hesse (Translated by James Wright)
In our fury and muddle
We act like children, cut off,
Fled from ourselves,
Bound by silly shame.
The years clump past
In their agony, waiting.
Not a single path leads back
To the garden of our youth.
The First Flowers
by Hermann Hesse (Translated by James Wright)
Beside the brook
Toward the willows,
During these days
So many yellow flowers have opened
Their eyes into gold.
I have long since lost my innocence, yet a memory
Touches my depth, the golden hours of morning, and gazes
Brilliantly upon me out of the eyes of flowers.
I was going to pick flowers;
Now I leave them all standing
And walk home, an old man.
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