Clipped oak
How did it up, tree blended,
stand How strange and weird!
How did you suffered a hundred times,
Until nothing in you as a defiance and will!
I'm like you, with the verschnittnen,
tormented life, I did not break
dive and daily brutality of durchlittnen
the new face into the light.
What was in me soft and tender,
has mocked me the world to death,
is indestructible, but my nature, I am
satisfied, I am reconciled, I
patiently new leaves from tree branches blowing
zerspellt hundred times,
And woe to all permanent defiance
I love in this crazy world.
Hermann Hesse
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