THIS MAD CARNIVAL OF LOVING
by: Heinrich Heine (1799-1856)
- HIS mad
carnival of loving,
- This wild orgy of the flesh,
- Ends at last and we two, sobered,
- Look at one another, yawning.
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- Emptied the inflaming cup
- That was filled with sensuous potions,
- Foaming, almost running over--
- Emptied is the flaming cup.
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- All the violins are silent
- That impelled our feet to dancing,
- To the giddy dance of passion--
- Silent are the violins.
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- All the lanterns now are darkened
- That once poured their streaming brilliance
- On the masquerades and murmurs--
- Darkened now are all the lanterns.
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY:
LOUIS UNTERMEYER
"This Mad Carnival of Loving"
is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921. |
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