To Edom! Poem by Heinrich Heine
To Edom!
WITH each other, brother fashion,
Have we borne this many an age.
Thou hast borne with my existence,
And I borne have with thy rage.
Many a time, in days of darkness,
Wonder-strange hath been thy mood,
And thy dear and pious talons
Hast thou reddened in my blood.
Now our friendship groweth closer;
Nay, it waxeth daily now:
I myself begin to bluster
And am nigh as mad as thou.
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8/17/2026 8:17:59 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
'WITH each other, brother fashion, Have we borne this many an age.' a catty theme of another axe to grind