Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Heidelberg Revisited - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

And in my dream I was
just halfway up the Holy Mountain
of homesickness called Heidelberg.
I had just crossed the Neckar river
and, dripping wet was climbing what
the travel agents without culture
keep calling the most lovely promenade.

A Schinkenbrot right near the fork,
I've missed the Philosophenweg
as well as what is called the Schlangenweg.
I munched and chased the food
with generosity straight out of Baden,
a potent Kirschwasser, Schladerer,
and watched, while nodding joyfully,
the river and the Altstadt, as well as
in the shadows, the town of Mannheim.

Now, freshly strengthened it was off
to try the Drachenschlucht, precarious
it is and not for the faint of heart.

Then, lovelier it cannot get, the Garden,
the one made for exclusive use of the Philosophers.
A beam of light, some quick reflection
now beckoned from the distant shore,
it was the Koenigsstuhl, the restaurant,
I smelled the Sauerbraten now. And in the blink
of philospher's keen vision, I flew, a bird
whose real nature comes to life in Heidelberg.
Who needs a cable car to taste the wine
in ancient barrels, made of sacred wood.

I woke with the sweet taste of Neckar wine
still on my lips and to the voice of one Professor,
who's been up in Valhalla for some forty years.
It has been good to pay a visit to refresh
my memory from student days, so long ago.
I will be in demand once I get up above the town
where all are happy, just looking down upon
the scenery, while drinking wine outside all seasons.


Comments about Heidelberg Revisited by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (2/22/2006 3:28:00 AM)


    Herbert...thanks for directing me here. You capture it very well. We live in Neuenhieim and get a full view of the castle several times a day on our way around town. I have a similar poem that I'll post in a few minutes. Please have a look-'Heidelberg, Alt Stadt.' Take care, John. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/3/2005 7:10:00 AM)


    Sounds like a beautiful place Herbert. Very lovely. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (12/3/2005 3:47:00 AM)


    A GREAT TALE HERBERT NOT STRUCK WITH A ONE BUT A LOVELY TEN
    WELL EARNED LIFE IS DIFFICULT WHEN YOU HAVE TO BATTLE WITH ONE HAND AND WRITE WITH THE OTHER

    REGARDS AJS
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 3, 2005



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