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There's something to walking with autumnal thoughts through the evening fog. One likes to compose poems at a time like that.

Hermann Hesse

There's something to walking with autumnal thoughts through the evening fog. One likes to compose poems at a time like that.

Tags: demian, poetry

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About Hermann Hesse

Hermann Karl Hesse (German: [ˈhɛʁman ˈhɛsə] ; 2 July 1877 – 9 August 1962) was a German-Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. His best-known works include Demian, Steppenwolf, Siddhartha, and The Glass Bead Game, each of which explores an individual's search for authenticity, self-knowledge, and spirituality. In 1946, he received the Nobel Prize in Literature.