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naya16's review
challenging
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
5.0
gijs's review against another edition
2.0
The poems did not resonate with me at all. Will check out some prose books by Hesse. These two lines stood out:
"Not a single path leads back
To the garden of our youth."
"Not a single path leads back
To the garden of our youth."
kiramke's review against another edition
3.25
I think this has been on my list since I was a broke teen scanning the very-used-book shelves for deals from authors I loved. Interesting to finally get to it. I don't know that I'd pick this up just as a book of poetry, but I enjoyed the added insight into Hesse.
ynaa's review against another edition
5.0
My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.
I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?
Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.
— Without You
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.
I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?
Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.
— Without You
beckysboger's review against another edition
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.25
dothelonir's review against another edition
3.0
Across the sky, the clouds move,
Across the fields, the wind,
Across the fields the lost child
Of my mother wanders.
Across the street, leaves blow,
Across the trees, birds cry—
Across the mountains, far away,
My home must be.
Across the fields, the wind,
Across the fields the lost child
Of my mother wanders.
Across the street, leaves blow,
Across the trees, birds cry—
Across the mountains, far away,
My home must be.
cleudus's review
5.0
En lo personal, Hesse me fascina porque parece tener una conciencia plena de las emociones, y una soltura increíble para escribir sobre cada una sin encasillarse en una en particular. Sin embargo, noto que hay un tema en común que es la descripción de paisajes naturales (así como en Peter Camenzind).
Los poemas seleccionados me parecieron melancólicos, algunos devastadores y otros que buscan esperanza y la luz del sol en un nuevo día. Mis favoritos fueron aquellos relacionados con la Gran Guerra (escritos en 1914).
Los poemas seleccionados me parecieron melancólicos, algunos devastadores y otros que buscan esperanza y la luz del sol en un nuevo día. Mis favoritos fueron aquellos relacionados con la Gran Guerra (escritos en 1914).
lliv_patrick's review against another edition
2.0
Ehhhh.... I really only liked one poem
Destiny
In our fury and muddle
We act like children, cut off,
Fled from ourselves,
Bound by silly shame.
The years clump past
In their agony, waiting.
Not a single path leads back
To the garden of our youth.
I don't know if it was just poor translation or what, but it just felt.... off.
Destiny
In our fury and muddle
We act like children, cut off,
Fled from ourselves,
Bound by silly shame.
The years clump past
In their agony, waiting.
Not a single path leads back
To the garden of our youth.
I don't know if it was just poor translation or what, but it just felt.... off.