Peter Camenzind – The Föhn

In childhood days, I was afraid of the Föhn; I even hated it. But with the dawn of my adolescent wildness, I grew to love this rebel, this perenially young, insolent fighter; the herald of Spring…It is the South hurling itself with all its heat and violence against the breast of the poorer, inflexible North, announcing the news to the snow-covered Alpine villages that primroses, narcissi and almond trees are once again in flower by the shores of the not too far distant purple lakes of Itally.

Peter Camenzind, Hermann Hesse, translated by W.J. Strachan


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s