#heinrich heine

[majestativa]

Our hearts have formed a holy alliance; they [...] completely understood each other.

— Heinrich Heine, Selected Verse, transl by Peter Branscombe, (2013)

[petaltexturedskies]

Heinrich Heine, from Selected Verse; "The Old Chimney-Corner"

[derangedrhythms]

Heinrich Heine, Complete Poetical Works of Heinrich Heine: Book of Songs; from 'Preface', tr. Edgar Alfred Bowring

[nobeerreviews]

The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather-beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.

-- Heinrich Heine

(Como, Italy)

[germanysnexttopgedicht]

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[lillyli-74]

When I die, bury me in the sea. I’ve always loved the ocean sea with its caressing swell, it has so often cooled my heart.

~Heinrich Heine

[megairea]

They loved each other, but neither Would admit to the other they could: As enemies, they saw each other, And almost died of their love. In the end they parted and only Saw each other sometimes in dreams: It was long ago they had died, But they scarcely knew it, it seems.

Heinrich Heine, from “They loved each other, but neither” (tr. by A.S. Kline)

[sofysta]

E’ il genio, come una perla nell’ostrica, solo una splendida malattia?

Heinrich Heine

[gatabella]

Marilyn Monroe with the book The Poetry and Prose of Heinrich Heine and reading sheet music while sitting on a bedroom floor with a tape player on the side, c.1951

[dabiconcordia]

A Palm-tree

A single fir-tree, lonely, on a northern mountain height, sleeps in a white blanket, draped in snow and ice. His dreams are of a palm-tree, who, far in eastern lands, weeps, all alone and silent, among the burning sands. By Heinrich Heine

[thelastrenaissance]

Unterm Weissen Baume

Heinrich Heine

Sitting under white branches,

You can hear the wind blowing,

In blankets of mist shrouded,

See the silent clouds flowing.

See how the fields and forests

Are bare, extinguished, down below –

Winter round you and inside you,

And your heart frozen so.

Suddenly white flakes are falling

Over you, and crossly

You think it’s the tree sprinkling

A snow flurry across you.

But it’s not a snow flurry,

You soon see, with joyful dread,

It’s fragrant Spring blossom

Teasing, veiling you instead.

What sweet, terrible enchantment,

Winter’s changing into May,

Snow is changing into blossom,

Your heart’s in love again.

Translated by A. S. Kline

[majestativa]

Your eyes, they are my heavenly light.

— Heinrich Heine, Selected Verse, transl by Peter Branscombe, (2013)

[petaltexturedskies]

Heinrich Heine, tr. by Aaron Kramer, from "I see you in my dream"

[derangedrhythms]

Heinrich Heine, Complete Poetical Works of Heinrich Heine: Youthful Sorrows; from 'Songs', tr. Edgar Alfred Bowring

[empirearchives]

“His eyes were clear as heaven, absorbing everything on earth simultaneously.”

George Prochnik’s description of Napoleon’s eyes

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