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 · Best Poem Of Heinrich Heine. A Palm-Tree. A single fir-tree, lonely, on a northern mountain height, sleeps in a white blanket, draped in snow and ice. His dreams are of a palm-tree, who, far in eastern lands, weeps, all alone and silent. A single fir-tree, lonely, On a northern mountain height, Sleeps in a white blanket, Draped in snow and ice. His dreams are of a palm-tree, Who, far in eastern lands, Weeps, all alone and silent, Among the .  · Heinrich Heine Poems. 1. draped in snow and ice. 2. our life is in the pool of day. the day has tired me with light. 3.

German lyric poet and essayist; born at Düsseldorf Dec. 13, ; died in Paris Feb. 17, ; son of Samson Heine and Betty von Geldern. Though named after his father's brother Hertz, he was chiefly influenced in his early days by his mother and her uncle, Simon von Geldern, a curious mixture of traveler, "schnorrer," and adventurer. MORE ON HEINRICH HEINE. Heinrich Heine ( ): A tribute to the most translated German poet on his th birth anniversary by Roswitha Joshi. Heinrich Heine: Table of Dates. Heinrich Heine, in Wikipedia. PoetryArchive: Heinrich Heine. Heine - Selected Poems - A new downloadable translation. Poems and Ballads by Heinrich Heine, translated. Edward MacDowell- Six Poems of Heinrich Heine, No.2 in f minor()Performed by Kelli CaseyMa.

Heinrich Heine – Gedichte () «Ich weiß nicht was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin; Ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn. Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet Dort oben wunderbar, Ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet, Sie kämmt ihr goldnes Haar. Best Poem Of Heinrich Heine. A Palm-Tree. A single fir-tree, lonely, on a northern mountain height, sleeps in a white blanket, draped in snow and ice. His dreams are of a palm-tree, who, far in eastern lands, weeps, all alone and silent. Here is Heine's poem: Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin; Ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn. Die Luft ist kühl, und es dunkelt, Und ruhig fliesst der Rhein; Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt Im Abendsonnenschein.