In the fog
Strange, wandering in the fog!
It’s just every bush and every stone,
nor the trees can be seen between them,
everyone is alone.
Full of friends the world appeared to me
when my life was still clear;
now that the fog lifts
I don’t see any more.
Wise man is nobody
who does not know the dark
that light and implacable
separates him from everyone.
Strange, wandering in the fog!
Living is loneliness.
No being knows the other
everyone is alone.
(Hermann Hesse)
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