At Night On The High Seas


Hermann Hesse

At night, when the sea cradles me

And the pale star gleam

Lies down on its broad waves,

Then I free myself wholly

From all activity and all the love

And stand silent and breathe purely,

Alone, alone cradled by the sea

That lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights.

Then I have to think of my friends

And my gaze sinks into their gazes

And I ask each one, silent, alone:

"Are you still mine?

Is my sorrow a sorrow to you, my death a death?

Do you feel from my love, my grief,

Just a breath, just an echo?"

And the sea peacefully gazes back, silent,

And smiles: no.

And no greeting and no answer comes from anywhere.

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