In Secret We Thirst

Graceful, spiritual,

with the gentleness of arabesques

our life is similar

to the existence of fairies

that spin in soft cadence

around  nothingness

to which we sacrifice

the here and now

Dreams of beauty, youthful joy

like a breath in pure harmony

with the depth of your young surface

where sparkles the longing for the night

for blood and barbarity

In the emptiness, spinning, without aims or needs

dance free our lives

always ready for the game

yet,  secretly, we thirst for reality

for the conceiving, for the birth

we are thirst for sorrows and death

This is one of the poems by Hermann Hesse that we can find in his last novel The Glass Bead Game. With that novel he won the Nobel Prize of Literature in 1946.Mariza