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A review by lliv_patrick
Poems by Hermann Hesse
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.