German poetry may not be the first type of European poetry to come to mind, but these poets have been highly influential on world literature.
From the Romantic era with poets like Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Friedrich Schiller to the expressionist works of Georg Trakl, German poetry encompasses an interesting range of styles and themes.
German poets often delve into introspection, exploring themes of nature, love, existentialism, and the human condition. They have made significant contributions to the development of poetic forms, including the sonnet and the ballad.
German poetry also reflects the country’s turbulent history, addressing topics such as war, political upheaval, and social change.
‘Lament’ by Hermann Hesse describes the mental and emotional state of a speaker who is unable to settle on one way of being.
We have not been granted a being. We are only a current, We flow willingly into all forms: Into day, into night, into the cave and into the cathedral, We pass through, we are driven by the thirst for being.
‘Evening’ by Friedrich Schiller contains a speaker’s plea to Apollo that he allow the sun to set and rest, and love to descend.
Oh! thou bright-beaming god, the plains are thirsting,
Thirsting for freshening dew, and man is pining;
Wearily move on thy horses--
Let, then, thy chariot descend!
‘Stages’ by Hermann Hesse describes how death is only a stage through which one progresses during life. The speaker wants death to be embraced.
‘A Swarm Of Gnats’ by Hermann Hesse is a devastating poem that presents a group of insects as a compelling foil for humanity.
Many thousand glittering motes
Crowd forward greedily together
In trembling circles.
Extravagantly carousing away
‘First They Came’ by Pastor Martin Neimöller is a powerful poem that speaks on the nature of responsibility in times of war and persecution.
First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
‘Lying in Grass’ by Hermann Hesse rallies in opposition to life’s dogged sorrows in favor of relishing its elusive moments of joy.
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a god's
‘The Poet’ by Hermann Hesse uncovers the bittersweet realities of the poet’s purpose and destiny as a visionary for the world and all those in it.
Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
To me alone, to me the lonely one
Heine’s ‘The Sea Hath Its Pearls’ likens love to pearls and stars, expressing its vastness and beauty greater than the sea or heaven.
The sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars;
But my heart, my heart,
My heart hath its love.
‘At Night On The High Sea’ by Hermann Hesse is a bleak but beautiful poem about finding yourself separated from the ones you love, grappling with its strange harmony amidst fears of being forsaken.
At night, when the sea cradles me
And the pale star gleam
Lies down on its broad waves,
Then I free myself wholly
‘How Heavy The Days’ by Hermann Hesse is a gloomy poem that illustrates the overbearing disillusionment shouldered by a heartbroken speaker.
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
‘Lonesome Night’ by Hermann Hesse is a deeply melancholic poem that paints a portrait of overwhelming loneliness and despair.
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
‘I Know, You Walk—’ by Hermann Hesse is a foreboding poem that depicts a nightly encounter between a troubled speaker and the visage of a person they dread running into you.
I walk so often, late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silently, you still might rise
‘On A Journey’ by Hermann Hesse is a poem that seeks to provide both comfort and solace to those who find themselves demoralized by life’s journeys.
Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.
‘Thinking Of A Friend At Night’ imagines, with a mixture of anxiety and hope, the current whereabouts of a friend fighting in World War One.
In this evil year, autumn comes early… I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters, The wind on my hat…And you? And you, my friend?