STANLEY PACION

(Chicago, Illinois USA)

The Poetry of Heine


She reminded me that I should go back,
And once again read the poetry of Heine.

Yet more than any one of her single remarks,
And how ernestly she had quoted from his "Buch Der Leider, "
What I remember most about our time together,
The night is very long
When winter falls upon those park benches unter den linden.
That summer days are few
Across the sparse, flat lands near the Baltic.

I have been lonely since the time she had left me.

How my sorrow mounts when I reach out,
And she no longer there for me to hold on to,
To embrace her,
To have her tight up against my shoulder once more.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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I see I had notes or one or another garbled version of this poem by the Winter 1963-1964, when I lived and studied in West Berlin.

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