(Dedicated to Wilhelm Gundert)
I have lived all deaths, all deaths
I still want to die, die
wooden tree death,
death in the mountains of stone, sand
in the death of earth, plant the grass crackling summer
death and misery, bloody deaths in men.
flower I want to be reborn, reborn
want trees and grass,
fish and deer, birds and butterflies.
and any form
I snatch up the steps nostalgia
last
pain ever in human suffering. Oh
anxious and tense when the arc
fist furious desire
aims to compel each other
both extremes of life. Thick
time and time again
Push me from death to birth
orbit distressing forms, radiant
orbit shapes.
Hermann Hesse
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