Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Without You by Hermann Hesse

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.

4 comments:

*ItkUpiLLi* said...

Perfect poem today...indeed....:)

Rob said...

For a girl with golden hair. :)

Mandeep said...

I love this poem.

Rob said...

isnt it ? kiss rajah for me.