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The Wolf trots to and fro, The world lies deep in snow, The raven from the birch tree flies, But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe, The roe -she is so dear, so sweet - If such a thing I might surprise In my embrace, my teeth would meet, What else is there beneath the skies? The lovely creature I would so treasure, And feast myself deep on her tender thigh, I would drink of her red blood full measure, Then howl till the night went by. Even a hare I would not despise; Sweet enough its warm flesh in the night. Is everything to be denied That could make life a little bright? The hair on my brush is getting grey. The sight is failing from my eyes. Years ago my dear mate died. And now I trot and dream of a roe. I trot and dream of a hare. I hear the wind of midnight howl. I cool with the snow my burning jowl, And on to the devil my wretched soul I bear.


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Between Lake Constance and India

With the literary fame Hesse married Maria Bernoulli (of the famous family of mathematicians) in 1904 settled down with her in Gaienhofen on Lake Constance and began a family eventually having three sons. His next novel Gertrude publiHermann Hessed in 1910 revealed a production crisis.

His best-known works include Steppenwolf Siddhartha and The Glass Bead Game each of which explores an individual's search for authenticity self-knowledge and spirituality. Hermann Hesse (German: [ˈhɛɐ̯man ˈhɛsə]; July 2 1877 – August 9 1962) was a German-Swiss poet novelist and painter.

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