Love
Clarissa, 11
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Clarissa
Love
How thou snarlest, laughest, broodest.
How thou in ill humour twistest,
When thou, to all love a stranger,
Yet on jealousy existest!
’Tis not red and fragrant roses
Thou dost smell and love so dearly;
No, amongst the thorns thou sniffest,
Till they scratch thy nose severely.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Clarissa, 11.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/214/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Clarissa, 11.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/214/.
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