POEMS from one of the Many Encouraging and Empowering Supporters

Stufen

Hermann Hesse

  

Wie jede Blüte welkt und jede Jugend 


Dem Alter weicht, blüht jede Lebensstufe,


Blüht jede Weisheit auch und jede Tugend 


Zu ihrer Zeit und darf nicht ewig dauern. 


Es muss das Herz bei jedem Lebensrufe 


Bereit zum Abschied sein und Neubeginne, 


Um sich in Tapferkeit und ohne Trauern 


In andre, neue Bindungen zu geben. 


Und jedem Anfang wohnt ein Zauber inne, 


Der uns beschützt und der uns hilft, zu leben.

 

Wir sollen heiter Raum um Raum durchschreiten,


An keinem wie an einer Heimat hängen, 


Der Weltgeist will nicht fesseln uns und engen, 


Er will uns Stuf’ um Stufe heben, weiten. 


Kaum sind wir heimisch einem Lebenskreise


Und traulich eingewohnt,
so droht Erschlaffen, 


Nur wer bereit zu Aufbruch ist und Reise, 


Mag lähmender Gewöhnung sich entraffen.

Es wird vielleicht auch noch die Todesstunde 


Uns neuen Räumen jung entgegen senden, 


Des Lebens Ruf an uns wird niemals enden… 


Wohlan denn, Herz,
nimm Abschied und gesunde!

 

S T A G E S

Alan Collins. 22 May 2015

 

As every flower wilts, and fading youth

turns grey, so also one’s achievements,

Each virtue and each wisdom must submit more proof


at every step, evolving with bereavements. 


At each new call ahead,
the heart must be
 prepared

to part, at once, and start another drama,


without that hopeless grief,
with courage to create


a novel bond, a new kind of dilemma: 


for each beginning bears a special magic 


which nurtures all that breathes, by its aroma.

We walk from place to place in glad progression, 


and cannot cling to any space, as home.


The spirit of the world will never bind or bore us, 


but lift us up and over every session.

If set and fixed, in one of these expansions,


we stay at home, then apathy commences,

And only one who travels, takes one’s chances,


can break the old hypnotic habit’s lances.

It may, perhaps, be true that in your dying hours 


You will become, anew, a youthful lover: 


The call of life, to us, forever flowers… 


Then oh! my heart: Go forwards and recover!

 

 

15 05 22 Poem

Lord Of Himself

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One thought on “POEMS from one of the Many Encouraging and Empowering Supporters

  1. Here’s one I wrote a long time ago. Just come across it again. It’s about my cat (since sadly expired) but it may have an optimistic hidden meaning?

    Catastrophe

    Did you catch it in a trap?
    Or were you bitten by a rat?
    Maybe it resulted from a cat-scrap?
    Or did a desperate rabbit just fight back?
    Whatever it was, it shook you up
    Though your stoical genes held up
    Whilst bleeding right between the table flap
    To cause a pool of blood to gather on the kitchen floor.

    When I returned from weekend break
    It took a while to suss it out and realise
    Whilst I had been elsewhere
    Quite blissfully unaware
    This drama had unfolded.
    Your little paw was twice its size
    Your hind leg raw.

    But just before I was about to take you to the vet
    You thought it wise to hide
    And perhaps you did know best
    Letting mysterious nature take its course
    Because now bathed in disinfectant and morning light
    You’re on the mends
    And looking up into my eyes
    Meow to indicate your perfectly aware
    The incident however caused
    Has come and gone and with it
    Yet another of, at least, nine lives
    Has disappeared.

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