Lonesome Night

You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
You, stumbling dumb
At night, as pale stars break,
Lift your thin hands for some
Hope, and suffer, and wake,
Poor muddling commonplace,
You sailors who must live
Unstarred by hopelessness,
We share a single face.
Give me my welcome back.



Translated by James Wright


Submitted by Holt

by Hermann Hesse

Comments (7)

Hesse is known more for his literature than his poetry. But when he wrote poetry, he was just as passionate. Excellent poem!
Stars are grounded everyday and we all know the stories of birth and death of stars. Scientists like Dr. Chandrasekhar.Carl Sagan have also delved into these arena. But the little stars about whom the poet has intrigued into are really super stars aspiring everyday and night to touch the height of the sky. Thank you Poet
Einsame Nacht   Die ihr meine Brüder seid, Arme Menschen nah und ferne, Die ihr im Bezirk der Sterne Tröstung träumet eurem Leid, Die ihr wortelos gefaltet In die blaß gestirnte Nacht Schmale Dulderhände haltet, Die ihr leidet, die ihr wacht, Arme, irrende Gemeinde, Schiffer ohne Stern und Glück - Fremde, dennoch mir Vereinte, Gebt mir meinen Gruß zurück.   Hermann Hesse,1902
Beautiful poem. Yes. we share a single face
Unique imagery, profound and inspiring poem. A poet inks their very words to let pain roll down to be relieved and get healed. A well penned poem. Congratulation.
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