Guest poem sent in by Vaibhav Puranik
(Poem #1357) Going to Sleep
Now that the day wearies me, My yearning desire, will receive more kindly, like a tired child, the starry night Hence, leave off your deeds mind, forget all thoughts; All of my forces yearn only to sink into sleep. And my soul, unguarded, would soar on widespread wings, to live in a night's magical sphere More profoundly, more variously.
Siddhartha is what made Mr. Hesse famous, but this poem is what endears him to me!! I believe the original was in "Deutsch" and this is a translated version, so there might be slightly different versions floating around. Hesse's depiction of the drained condition (in the 1st two stanzas) is very vivid. I usually work late, & going home at late hours; my only desire is to get into my bed & continue the glorious things I do in my dreams... Biography links: 1. http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/hhesse.htm 2. http://www.levity.com/corduroy/hesse.htm 3. http://www.nobel.se/literature/laureates/1946/hesse-autobio.html Best Regards, Vaibhav Puranik