by
Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Frühling
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
Es fahren leise junge Wolken durchs Blaue,
Kinder singen und Blumen lachen im Gras;
Meine müden Augen, wohin ich schaue,
Wollen vergessen, was ich in Büchern las.
Wahrlich alles Schwere, das ich gelesen,
Stäubt hinweg und war nur ein Winterwahn,
Meine Augen schauen erfrischt und genesen
Eine neue, erquellende Schöpfung an.
Aber was mir im eigenen Herzen geschrieben,
Von der Vergänglichkeit aller Schöne steht,
Ist von Frühling zu Frühling stehen geblieben,
Wird von keinem Winde mehr weggeweht.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, page 142.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Spring", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Printemps", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2014-03-11
Line count: 12
Word count: 77
Spring
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
Young clouds sail quietly through the blue,
Children sing and flowers laugh in the grass;
My weary eyes, wherever I gaze,
Wish to forget what I read in books.
Truly all the heavy matter that I read,
Flies away like dust and was only an illusion of winter;
My eyes gaze refreshed and healed
Upon a new, burgeoning creation.
But what is written within my own heart
About the evanescence of all beauty, stands,
It has stood from spring to spring,
And shall nevermore be blown away by any wind.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Frühling", written 1907
This text was added to the website: 2014-03-11
Line count: 12
Word count: 90