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The Drought
If the things of the world can love, if earth and
water can distinguish between friends and enemies,
then I would gladly win their love. I would
wish that the earth did not feel my steps to be a
heavy burden, and that it forgave that for me it
was hurt by plough and harrow, and that it would
willingly open its arms to receive me when I die. I
would wish that the water, whose shining mirror
I break with my oar, had the same patience with me
as a mother with an eager child who clambers on
her knees without a thought to the silk dress donned
for the great occasion. I would be friends with the
clear air that trembles over the blue mountains and
with the shining, glittering sun and the beautiful
stars, for it often seems to me that dead things feel
and suffer with the living—the gulf between us
is not so wide as we imagine. What portion of the
world is there that has not taken part in life’s circle?
The spirit of life still lives in dead things. What
does it feel while it lies in dreamless sleep? It hears
God’s voice—does it hear the voice of men, too?
Oh, children of a låter day! have you not noticed
this?—When hate and war fill the world, dead
things must also suffer. Then the ocean becomes
wild and rapacious as a robber, and the fields are
as hard and unyielding as a miser. But woe to him
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