Love
Angelica, 5
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Angelica
When I am made blest with kisses delicious,
And lie in thine arms, O in that happy season
Thou ne’er must discourse of Germany, dearest,--
It spoils my digestion,--there’s plenty of reason.
With Germany leave me in peace, I implore thee,
Thou must not torment me with question on question
Of home and relations and manner of living,--
There’s plenty of reason,--it spoils my digestion.
The oaks there are green, and blue are the dear eyes
Of German women; they sigh as they please on
The blisses of love and of hope and religion,--
It spoils my digestion,--there’s plenty of reason.
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MLA
Heine, Heinrich. “Angelica, 5.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/187/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Angelica, 5.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/187/.
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