Tuesday, 27 August 2013

But secretly we thirst…

















Graceful as dancer’s arabesque and bow,

Our lives appear serene and without stress,
A gentle dance around pure nothingness
To which we sacrifice the here and now.

Our dreams are lovely and our game is bright,
So finely tuned, with many artful turns,
But deep beneath the tranquil surface burns
Longing for blood, barbarity, and night.

Freely our life revolves, and every breath
Is free as air; we live so playfully,
But secretly we crave reality:
Begetting, birth, and suffering, and death.

Herman Hesse

Translated by Richard and Clara Winston


(Picture: A l'horizon, l'ange des certitudes, et dans le ciel sombre, un regard interrogateur, Odilon Redon)

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