Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LYRICAL INTERLUDE: 39, by HEINRICH HEINE Poet's Biography First Line: My little songs do I utter Last Line: What they in her bosom discover'd. Subject(s): Grief; Singing & Singers; Sorrow; Sadness; Songs | ||||||||
MY little songs do I utter From out of my great, great sorrow; Some tinkling pinions they borrow, And tow'rd her bosom they flutter. They found it, and over it hover'd, But soon return'd they, complaining, And yet to tell me disdaining What they in her bosom discover'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY |
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