Heinrich Heine

(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Death - Poem by Heinrich Heine

Our death is in the cool of night,
our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
the day has tired me with light.

Over my head in leaves grown deep,
sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.


Comments about Death by Heinrich Heine

  • Alexander Julian (2/22/2017 9:06:00 PM)


    I wonder where he's sleeping, but there's romance here about a moment that is too late for waking up on. (Report) Reply

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  • Sylva-onyema Uba (2/22/2017 12:31:00 PM)


    A chronicle on life and death.
    A reflecton on the absurdity of life.
    Good blend of rhyme scheme.

    Sylva.
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  • Tauhid Alausa (2/22/2017 9:00:00 AM)


    death the inevitable.. thanks for reminding me (Report) Reply

  • (2/22/2017 8:38:00 AM)


    A superb life song reflecting a fine confluence one one's life before and after death. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (2/22/2017 4:37:00 AM)


    This poem of death at night is not realistic. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (2/22/2017 4:29:00 AM)


    a poem saying after our demise life goes on to include a happy birdsong? (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (2/22/2017 1:34:00 AM)


    The truth of death..., thanks for sharing.... (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (1/8/2017 3:21:00 PM)


    Death Woven Into Fabrics Intricate

    death woven into intricate fabrics
    permeates all life all ecosystems
    death stalks the night stalks the day
    in all seasons death finds its prey

    in hours minutes seconds
    in flight struggle moments
    death kingdoms nature rules
    a few moments predator kills

    silence unnerving time stops
    life lost nature pause honours
    death terminating life has a final say

    a circular finality defines life cycles
    day leaves grow dark time passes
    but death cannot stop long life songs gay

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'Death' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
    Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
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  • Terry Craddock (12/13/2016 11:51:00 PM)


    'Our death is in the cool of night,
    our life is in the pool of day.
    The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
    the day has tired me with light.'

    loved the circular finality of these lines, time passes, the leaves grow dark but the death cannot stop the 'young nightingale' singing in his sleep.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2003



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