Across the sky, the clouds move,
Across the fields, the wind,
Across the fields the lost child
Of my mother wanders.
Across the street, leaves blow,
Across the trees, birds cry —
Across the mountains, far away,
My home must be.
(Hermann Hesse)
More Poetry from Hermann Hesse:
Hermann Hesse Poems based on Topics: Birds, Nature- Stages (Hermann Hesse Poems)
- In Secret We Thirst (Hermann Hesse Poems)
- Thinking Of A Friend At Night (Hermann Hesse Poem)
- At Night On The High Seas (Hermann Hesse Poem)
- A Swarm Of Gnats (Hermann Hesse Poem)
- The Poet (Hermann Hesse Poem)