Hermann Hesse: In the Mists



Wondrous to wander through mists!
Parted are bush and stone:
None to the other exists,
Each stands alone.

Many my friends came calling
then, when I lived in the light;
Now that the fogs are falling,
None is in sight.

Truly, only the sages
Fathom the darkness to fall,
Which, as silent as cages,
Separates all.

Strange to walk in the mists!
Life has to solitude grown.
None for the other exists:
Each is alone.

Translation by Walter A. Aue

Hermann Hesse himself, reading his perhaps most beautiful poem „Im Nebel" - In the Mists

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