Spring - Hermann Hesse

Spring

Hermann Hesse

1899

In darkened vaults

I dreamt of you long

Of your trees and blue skies

Your scents and bird-song…

Now you lie open before me

In glittering beauty –

Overwhelmed by light

Like a holy wonder.

You greet me again

You hug me gently

As through all my limbs

Trembles your blessed now.

Trans. Peter Tyler

Easter 2024