A foggy poem

As we are into the season of mist and fog, I thought I would post my translation of a poem by Herman Hesse: ‘Im Nebel’.

In Fog

To wander in fog is singular,

Lonely as every bush and stone;

The trees cannot see each other,

Every one is alone.

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Friends filled my world

While my life was still light;

Now that the fog has curled,

Not one of them is in sight.

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Truly, a man cannot be wise

Who does not know the darkness

That between him and all else lies,

Inescapable and noiseless.

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To wander in the fog is singular,

Living on one’s own.

Nobody knows each other,

Everyone is alone.