Poem Quote by Hermann Hesse
““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.””
About This Quote
Source Poem: Unnamed lyrical piece, likely early 20th century German literature
A predator laments loss and yearning, reflecting on desire, mortality, and the futility of violent cravings in a bleak world
In simple terms: The speaker longs for prey yet confronts aging and loss
Recognize that desire can mask deeper emptiness
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- personal reflection
- artistic analysis
- literary criticism
- psychological introspection
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How does yearning for what we cannot have shape our identity?
- Can desire be a coping mechanism for loss?
The metaphor of predation may oversimplify human relationships