My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I’m awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.

Hermann Hesse

3:25 pm  •  16 March 2012  •  2 notes  •  #hermann hesse #poem 

“Sometimes we act, go in and out, do this and that, and everything is very easy, casual, and unforced; seemingly it could all be done differently. And sometimes, other times, nothing could be done differently, nothing is unforced and easy, and every breath we take is controlled by some outside power and heavy with fate.”

— Hermann Hesse, A Child’s Heart, Klingsor’s Last Summer (via hermannhesse)

(via victorioushandofgod)

1:19 am  •  20 January 2012  •  29 notes  •  #quote #hermann hesse 

“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.”

— Hermann Hesse (via rhoophiuchi)

(via capturedcastle)

12:33 am  •  27 May 2011  •  74 notes  •  #quote #hermann hesse