Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ATTA TROLL; A SUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM: CAPUT 13, by HEINRICH HEINE Poet's Biography First Line: In the black and rocky caldron Last Line: Would they take the passage-money. Subject(s): Kisses; Night; Silence; Bedtime | ||||||||
IN the black and rocky caldron Rest the waters deep of ocean; Stars, all pale and melancholy, Peep from heaven. Night reigns, and silence. Night and silence. Oars are moving. Like a splashing wondrous secret Floats the bark. The old man's nieces Play the part of ferrymen, Joyously and nimbly rowing; Ofttimes glisten in the darkness Their stout naked arms, illumined By the stars, -- their great blue eyes, too. By my side Lascaro sitting Is as pale and mute as usual, And the fearful thought shoots through me; Is he but a very corpse then? I myself, -- am I dead also, And embarking on my journey With my ghostly comrades by me To the chilly realm of shadows? And this lake, can it be Styx's Gloomy flood? Has Proserpina, In default of Charon's presence, Sent her waiting-maids to fetch me? No! I am not yet departed And extinguish'd; in my spirit Is the living flame of life still Glowing, blazing and exulting. And these maidens, gaily pulling At their oars, and o'er me splashing With the water dripping from them, Full of merriment and laughter, -- These two fresh and sprightly damsels Are most certainly not ghostly Chambermaids in hell residing, Waiting-maids of Proserpina! That I might be fully certain Of their upper-worldliness, And by practical experience Ascertain my own existence, Hastily my lips applied I To their rosy cheeks' soft dimples, And then framed this syllogism: Yes, I kiss, and so I'm living! When we reach'd the shore, again I Kiss'd the pair of kindly maidens; In this coin, and no other, Would they take the passage-money. | 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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