Heinrich Heine
Heinrich Heine
(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)
Poems by Heinrich Heine : 10 / 53
Der Tod, Das Ist - Poem by Heinrich Heine
Our death is in the cool of night,
Our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
Day’s 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.
Poems by Heinrich Heine : 10 / 53
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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Beauty Is Hearing A Nightingale Sing Love In Our Sleep Delightful
the young nightingale sings thrilled indifferent to death
the young nightingale sings eternal only of shining new love
the young nightingale sings beauty love sleeps in soft love
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Inspired by the poem 'Der Tod, Das Ist' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
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Nature Loves The Interplay Between Night And Day
nature loves the gap interplay between night and day
swarms of life living flickering drowning in death
camouflage hiding stalking in heatbeat life pulse day
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine. (Report)Reply
Remembrance Is A Sacred Flickering Candle Flame
when daylight bright light, life late afternoon sunset fades
when lustre of life, no longer outshines, bright full moon
when the bright light, fades into final darkness, dust gloom
it is time to light a pure white, candle pull down the shades
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Life Pooled In Days Spent Life Time Evaporated
death comes fever hot in night sweats wet
death comes creeping cold in nights winter sold
death comes flesh seeking in hot summer heat
death comes taking just before waking morning light;
life pooled in bright daylight countless summer leaves
life pooled in growing seasons learning walking lessons
life pooled in sweeping years long years working rewards
life pooled in sunshine friendships love victories losses;
a night of death a day of life waking sleeping rules all web life
darkness glows in starlight torches night sky burning ember bright
drowning souls swallowed in darkness rivers current sky night;
days spent drowning in light life wick tired burned short in light
days shed life fluttering leaves shed over head in autumn piles
night owl hoots sits awaits leaf running prey as the moon smiles;
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Days Spent Drowning In Light Life Wick
days spent drowning in light life wick tired burned short in light
days shed life fluttering leaves shed over head in autumn piles
night owl hoots sits awaits leaf running prey as the moon smiles
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine. (Report)Reply
Drowning Souls Swallowed In Darkness
a night of death a day of life waking sleeping rules all web life
darkness glows in starlight torches night sky burning ember bright
drowning souls swallowed in darkness rivers current sky night
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem 'Der Tod, Das Ist' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine. (Report)Reply
Life Pooled In Daylight Countless Summer Leaves
life pooled in daylight countless summer leaves
life pooled in growing learning walking lessons
life pooled in years long years working rewards
life pooled in friendships love victories losses
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem 'Der Tod, Das Ist' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine. (Report)Reply
Death Comes Life Taking Not Long Before Dawn
death comes fever hot in night sweats clamping wet
death comes creeping cold in nights winter shiver sold
death comes flesh seeking in hot summer stifling heat
death comes taking just before waking morning light
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem 'Der Tod, Das Ist' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine. (Report)Reply
'Our death is in the cool of night,
Our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
Day’s tired me with light.'
loved he play between night and day and drowning in death, continued with 'Over my head in leaves grown deep, '
then the turn of the young nightingale whih sings indifferent to death, which sings only of love, and the beauty of hearing a nightingale sing in our sleep is delightful (Report)Reply