Heinrich Heine Poems
|42.||Es War Ein Alter König||4/20/2010|
|43.||I Love This White And Slender Body||4/20/2010|
|48.||Der Tod, Das Ist||4/20/2010|
|49.||E'En As A Lovely Flower||4/20/2010|
|50.||From 'To Seraphime'||4/20/2010|
|51.||Death And His Brother Sleep (‘morphine’)||1/21/2003|
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A single fir-tree, lonely,
on a northern mountain height,
sleeps in a white blanket,
draped in snow and ice.
His dreams are of a palm-tree,
who, far in eastern lands,
weeps, all alone and silent,
among the burning sands.
Als Ich, Auf Der Reise
Just by chance on my journey
I met my beloved’s kin,
Sister and father and mother
Knew me, and welcomed me in.
They asked me how I was faring,
And said, as I entered the place,
That I wasn’t changed a bit, just
A little thin in the face.
I asked after aunts and cousins,