American Culture · American Literature · Anthology · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Passage · Poetry

Joseph Stroud

The night never wants to end, to give itself over to light. So it traps itself in things: obsidian, crows. Even on summer solstice, the day of light’s great triumph, where fields of sunflowers guzzle in the sun— we break open the watermelon and spit out black seeds, bits of night glistening on the grass.… Continue reading Joseph Stroud

Rate this:

Classic · Excerpt · Fantasy · Fiction · Fragment · German Culture · German Literature · Novel · Passage · Poetry

Hermann Hesse

No permanence is ours; we are a wave That flows to fit whatever form it finds: Through night or day, cathedral or the cave We pass forever, craving form that binds. ― Hermann Hesse, from “The Poems of Knecht’s Student Years,” The Glass Bead Game. (Picador; Reprint edition December 6, 2002) Originally published 1943

Rate this: