Hermann Hesse

"Rain Soft rain, summer rain Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees. Oh, how lovely and full of blessing To dream and be satisfied. I was so long in the outer brightness, I am not used to this upheaval: Being at home in my own soul, Never to be led elsewhere. I want nothing, I long for nothing, I hum gently the sounds of childhood, And I reach home astounded In the warm beauty of dreams. Heart, how torn you are, How blessed to plow down blindly, To think nothing, to know nothing, Only to breathe, only to feel."

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Source: Hendrik Antoon Lorentz, Albert Einstein, Hermann Minkowski, Hermann Weyl, Arnold Sommerfeld (1952). “The Principle of Relativity: A Collection of Original Memoirs on the Special and General Theory of Relativity”, p.75, Courier Corporation

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Hermann Hesse

Hermann Hesse

Novelist, Poet

Hermann Hesse was a German-Swiss poet and novelist known for exploring themes of self-discovery and spirituality in works like 'Siddhartha'.

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