Love
Songs of Creation, 7
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Songs of Creation
Love
The chiefest reason why I made
The earth, I will confess with gladness:
Within my soul, like fiery madness,
A burning call to do so play’d.
Illness was the especial ground
Of my creative inclination;
I might recover by creation,
Creation made me once more sound.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Songs of Creation, 7.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/244/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Songs of Creation, 7.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/244/.
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