SOMETIMES

February 4, 2022 at 12:50 pm (Heinrich Heine, Scarriet Editors)
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Man of Letters | Frieze
Sometimes I pick up my book of Heine
and enjoy his pop-song sorrow;
he sings of death so bitterly
it makes me fear my own tomorrow.

He isn't some pretentious poet,
but a prankster in the flesh.
He wakes you from a dream,
a dream still fresh.

He runs with a girl downhill,
but it's a dream! He's an old man.
To break your heart with his
is Heine's only plan.

Listen to these moderns:
thinking, learned, doddering, slow.
In slow-motion they think
there's something Heine doesn't know.

2 Comments

  1. Chado's avatar

    Chado said,

    February 4, 2022 at 1:56 pm

    Modernists can kiss my Heine.

    Reply
  2. garybfitzgerald's avatar

    garybfitzgerald said,

    February 6, 2022 at 10:49 pm

    Well, you must be Amish. Do you still hook up the wagon to go into town?
    I just jump into the car.

    E. E. Cummings must be spinning in his grave!

    Reply

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