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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thinking Of A Friend At Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In this evil year, autumn comes early...<br>I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters,<br>The wind on my hat...And you? And you, my friend?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You are standing--maybe--and seeing the sickle moon<br>Move in a small arc over the forests<br>And bivouac fire, red in the black valley.<br>You are lying--maybe--in a straw field and sleeping<br>And dew falls cold on your forehead and battle jacket.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It's possible tonight you're on horseback,<br>The farthest outpost, peering along, with a gun in your fist,<br>Smiling, whispering, to your exhausted horse.<br>Maybe--I keep imagining--you are spending the night<br>As a guest in a strange castle with a park<br>And writing a letter by candlelight, and tapping<br>On the piano keys by the window,<br>Groping for a sound...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">--And maybe<br>You are already silent, already dead, and the day<br>Will shine no longer into your beloved<br>Serious eyes, and your beloved brown hand hangs wilted,<br>And your white forehead split open--Oh, if only,<br>If only, just once, that last day, I had shown you, told you<br>Something of my love, that was too timid to speak!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But you know me, you know...and, smiling, you nod<br>Tonight in front of your strange castle,<br>And you nod to your horse in the drenched forest,<br>And you nod to your sleep to your harsh clutter of straw,<br>And think about me, and smile.<br>And maybe,<br>Maybe some day you will come back from the war,<br>and take a walk with me some evening,<br>And somebody will talk about Longwy, Luttich, Dammerkirch,<br>And smile gravely, and everything will be as before,<br>And no one will speak a word of his worry,<br>Of his worry and tenderness by night in the field,<br>Of his love. And with a single joke<br>You will frighten away the worry, the war, the uneasy nights,<br>The summer lightning of shy human friendship,<br>Into the cool past that will never come back.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Translated by James Wright</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410003" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Submitted by Holt</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Hermann+Hesse">Hermann Hesse</a></strong></div>