Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CLARISSA, by HEINRICH HEINE


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First Line: All my charming loving offers
Last Line: Till they scratch thy nose severely.
Subject(s): Hearts; Love; Sympathy; Tears; Empathy


1.

ALL my charming loving offers
Thou art eagerly declining;
If I say: "Is this refusal?"
Thou at once beginnest whining.

Seldom pray I, but now hear me,
Gracious God! O help this maiden!
Dry her sweet tears, and enlighten
Her poor brains so sorrow-laden!

2.

WHERESOEVER thou mayst wander,
Thou dost every hour behold me,
And I love thee all the fonder,
When thou dost rebuke and scold me.

Charming malice will ensnare me,
While I hate a kindly action;
And the surest way to scare me,
Is to love me to distraction.

3.

MAY the devil take thy mother
And thy father, for their cruel
Conduct at the play, in hiding
Thee from me, my precious jowel!

There they sat, their spreading dresses
Leaving but few spaces only
Through the which to spy thee sitting
In the box's rear, all lonely.

There they sat, and saw two lovers
Both destroy'd, with eyes admiring;
And they clapp'd a loud approval
When they saw them both expiring.

4.

GO not through the naughty quarters
Where the pretty eyes are living;
Ah, they fain would spare their lightnings
With a semblance of forgiving.

From the high bow-window looking
In a loving way they greet thee,
Smiling kindly (death and devil!)
Sisterlike their glances meet thee.

But thou'rt on thy way already,
And in vain is all thy striving;
Thou wilt have a very breastful
Of distress, when home arriving.

5.

IT comes too late, thy present smiling,
It comes too late, thy present sigh!
The feelings all long since have perish'd
That thou didst spurn so cruelly.

Too late has come thy love responsive,
My heart thou vainly seek'st to stir
With burning looks of love, all falling
Like sunbeams on a sepulchre.
* * *

This would I learn: when life is ended,
O whither doth our spirit go?
Where is the flame when once extinguish'd?
The wind, when it hath ceased to blow?

6.

WOUNDED, in distress, and sickly,
On a lovely summer's morrow
Men I fly, and bury quickly
In the wood my bitter sorrow.

As I move, in mute compassion
All the noisy birds are vying;
At my grief in wondrous fashion
Each dark linden-tree is sighing.

In the vale I sadly sit on
Some green bank, sweet balm exhaling:
"Kitten! O my pretty kitten!"
And the hills repeat my wailing.

Kitten! O my pretty kitten!
Why delightest thou to do ill?
Sadly is my poor heart smitten
By thy tiger-talons cruel.

For my heart, grown stern and sadden'd,
Long had been to joy a stranger,
Till by new love I was gladden'd
At thy sight, and fear'd no danger.

Thou in secret seem'dst to mew thus:
"Have no fear of being bitten;
"Prythee trust me when I sue thus,
"I'm a very gentle kitten."
* * *

7.

WHILST sweet Philomel in airy
Woods at random sings and wildly,
Thou preferrest the canary
Doubtless, as it flutters mildly.

In the cage I see thee feeding
This small bird, so tame and yellow,
And it picks thy fingers, pleading
For some sugar, pretty fellow!

Charming is the scene and moving!
Angels must enjoy the notion!
I myself, with look approving,
Drop a tear of deep emotion.

8.

WITH wedding gifts the spring has arrived,
With music and exultation;
It brings the bridegroom and the bride
Its hearty congratulation.

It brings its violets, rosebuds fair,
And jasmine and herbs sweet-scented,
And for the bride asparagus too, --
The bridegroom's with salad contented.

9.

GOD protect thee from o'erheating,
And thy heart from palpitation,
Keep thee from excessive eating,
And excessive perspiration.

As upon thy day of marriage
May thy love be ever blessed!
Ne'er the bridal yoke disparage!
Be thy frame with health possessed!

10.

PRETTY maid, if so inclined,
Thou mayst now thus think anent me
This man's conduct is unkind,
For he's seeking to torment me; --

Me, who never said a word
That could possibly offend him;
Who, when others' blame I heard,
Did my utmost to befriend him.

Me, who had resolved in fact
By-and-by to love him dearly,
Had he not begun to act
As if he were frantic nearly!

11.

HOW thou snarlest, laughest, broodest.
How thou in ill humour twistest,
When thou, to all love a stranger,
Yet on jealousy existest!

'Tis not red and fragrant roses
Thou dost smell and love so dearly;
No, amongst the thorns thou sniffest,
Till they scratch thy nose severely.





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