Lament – Herman Hesse

Jane high on the Yorkshire Moors - October 2012

Jane and the moon – High on the North Yorkshire Moors, October 2012

No permanence is ours, we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds.
Through night and day, cathedral or cave,
We pass forever, craving form that binds.

Mould after mould we fill and never rest,
Finding no home where joy or grief lay deep.
We move, we are the everlasting guest,
With no seed nor plough,
We are bare without bounty,
Never to reap the meadow.

What a God would make of us remains unknown:
He plays, we are the clay to his desire;
He kneads, but never gives us to the fire,
To stiffen into stone, to preserve.

We long forever for the right to stay,
But all that ever remains is fear
And we shall never rest upon the way.

Herman Hesse

(In error, I originally posted this without crediting Herman Hesse.  My notebooks need organising!!!  Thanks to Joe for pointing this out)


18 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    joeroe12 said,

    Hermann Hesse

  2. 12

    Your words spilled like soothing lavender on a cool summer evening. Lulling me into comfort.

  3. 15

    Blood-Ink-Diary said,

    Your poem is a sublime painting ! I thoroughly relished your words, dear Lee. Sorry I have not visited for some time, shall definitely frequent your galaxy more often. Lots of love & blessings to you.

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