Subtitle (my free adaptation): I wanted to write poetry and instead wrote Hesse.
Simple, delicate fullness ...
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If my life goes, however and from time to time, with thick tendrils
a poem mature still falls,
I must be grateful to you.
You do not know that you buried
your image in the silence of my nights
and what my poetry has brought to light, was
before you in
Herman Hesse
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