Death Poem by Heinrich Heine

Death

Rating: 3.7


Our death is in the cool of night,
our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
the day has tired me with light.

Over my head in leaves grown deep,
sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alexander Julian 22 February 2017

I wonder where he's sleeping, but there's romance here about a moment that is too late for waking up on.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 14 December 2017

Life and death a reality of worldly life.good poem.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 22 February 2017

A chronicle on life and death. A reflecton on the absurdity of life. Good blend of rhyme scheme. Sylva.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 22 February 2017

A superb life song reflecting a fine confluence one one's life before and after death. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Tauhid Alausa 22 February 2017

death the inevitable.. thanks for reminding me

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chevy raylin 07 May 2019

true follow the add as light in the day let the sunshine rise

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chevy raylin 07 May 2019

that is awesome poem

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 19 June 2018

Simply amazing touch in this poem...nice one

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: D: D: D 06 March 2018

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CHINONSO IGWE 28 February 2018

oh my God....what a way to portray ones transient to the beyond

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