Heinrich Heine

(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

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.


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  • Terry Craddock (1/20/2017 9:11:00 PM)

    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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  • Terry Craddock (1/20/2017 9:10:00 PM)

    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

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  • Terry Craddock (1/20/2017 9:09:00 PM)

    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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  • Terry Craddock (1/20/2017 9:08:00 PM)

    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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  • Terry Craddock (1/20/2017 9:07:00 PM)

    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

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  • Terry Craddock (1/20/2017 9:07:00 PM)

    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
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    Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine.
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  • Terry Craddock (1/20/2017 9:06:00 PM)

    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.
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  • Terry Craddock (1/20/2017 9:06:00 PM)

    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.
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  • Terry Craddock (12/14/2016 11:30:00 PM)

    '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
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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