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