Hermann Hesse: “Lying in the Grass”
Lying in the Grass Is this all there is now: a brief magic show of flowers, and the fuzz of colors falling on the bright summer meadow, and the delicate […]
Lying in the Grass Is this all there is now: a brief magic show of flowers, and the fuzz of colors falling on the bright summer meadow, and the delicate […]
All Deaths I have already died all the deaths there are, And I will die all deaths again: the death of the wood inside a tree, the death of the […]
Corona Autumn eats leaves right out of my hand: we are friends. We shell time from the nuts and teach time to walk: then time returns to its shell. In […]
The Compass All things are really only words in a tongue of endless gobbledegook that someone or something is writing in a book that is the history of the world. […]