Heine`s Epitaph
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michwo
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Posted: Sunday, November 5, 2017 Word Count: 85 Summary: An expatriate Rhinelander, the poet Heinrich a.k.a. Harry Heine died and was buried in Paris in 1856. |
Heine’s Epitaph
Where will this weary wanderer I wonder
Finally be laid to rest?
In southern climes a palm tree under?
Or will Rhine lindens suit him best?
Will I in a desert waste
Be buried by a foreign hand?
Or will I on the coast be placed
At the seaside sleep in sand?
It’s all one! God, when I’m sicker,
Will wrap me in His heaven there as here
And stars like funerary candles flicker
Over me when night draws near.
HEINRICH HEINE (1797-1856)
Where will this weary wanderer I wonder
Finally be laid to rest?
In southern climes a palm tree under?
Or will Rhine lindens suit him best?
Will I in a desert waste
Be buried by a foreign hand?
Or will I on the coast be placed
At the seaside sleep in sand?
It’s all one! God, when I’m sicker,
Will wrap me in His heaven there as here
And stars like funerary candles flicker
Over me when night draws near.
HEINRICH HEINE (1797-1856)