Many thousand glittering motes <br />Crowd forward greedily together <br />In trembling circles. <br />Extravagantly carousing away <br />For a whole hour rapidly vanishing, <br />They rave, delirious, a shrill whir, <br />Shivering with joy against death. <br />While kingdoms, sunk into ruin, <br />Whose thrones, heavy with gold, instantly scattered <br />Into night and legend, without leaving a trace, <br />Have never known so fierce a dancing. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by James Wright <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Holt<br /><br />Hermann Hesse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-swarm-of-gnats/
