Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HENRY, by HEINRICH HEINE Poet's Biography First Line: In canossa's castle courtyard Last Line: "of my sorrows with his war-axe." Subject(s): Castles; Grief; Night; Sorrow; Sadness; Bedtime | ||||||||
IN Canossa's castle courtyard Stands the German Caesar Henry, Barefoot, clad in penitential Shirt -- the night is cold and rainy. From the window high above him Peep two figures, and the moonlight Gregory's bald head illumines And the bosom of Mathilda. Henry, with his lips all pallid, Murmurs pious paternosters; Yet in his imperial heart he Secretly revolts and speaks thus: "In my distant German country "Upward rise the sturdy mountains; "In the mountain-pits in silence "Grows the iron for the war-axe. "In my distant German country "Upward rise the fine oak-forests; "In the loftiest oak-stem 'mongst them "Grows the handle for the war-axe. "Thou, my dear and faithful country, "Wilt beget the hero also "Who in time will crush the serpent "Of my sorrows with his war-axe." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN |
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