The Best of Hermann Hesse

The Glass Bead Game

We re-enact with reverent attention
The universal chord, the masters’ harmony,
Evoking in unsullied communion
Minds and times of highest sanctity.

We draw upon the iconography
Whose mystery is able to contain
The boundlessness, the storm of all existence,
Give chaos form, and hold our lives in rein.

The pattern sings like crystal constellations,
And when we tell our beads, we serve the whole,
And cannot be dislodged or misdirected
, Held in the orbit of the Cosmic Soul.

Commentary: People, this is Real Poetry, Art, Literature, the second most Significant of
the arts. Bow to Music, real music, actual music.

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