ACurious Imp

Wonder, again.

[impolitefirefly]

To whomever may see this,

Could I have an opinion?

[robertjw4688]

Repulsion enlarges

my senses.

The stench of

frustration fills the

planet like an

enlarged, cracked heart.

I’m leaking grease from

my eyes

now and

not even

diamond can

dam this toxic river.

[detroitlib]

Christian Johann Heinrich Heine (13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856) 

German-Jewish poet, journalist, essayist, and literary critic. He is best known outside of Germany for his early lyric poetry, which was set to music in the form of Lieder (art songs) by composers such as Robert Schumann and Franz Schubert. Heine’s later verse and prose are distinguished by their satirical wit and irony. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: Illustration “Heinrich Heine. By E. Hader” and poem “‘Dedication’ (1822) Translated by Sir Theodore Martin” from The German Classics. Masterpieces of German Literature Translated into English. Patrons’ Edition in Twenty Volumes. Volume VI. Illustrated. New York: The German Publication Society, 1914.

[vercharles]

Darling, it is the candle you guard from the wind that burns your hand.

[lifeinpoetry]

The ones who came before you will tell you that I am their tragedy, their burning building … This poem is not for them,

— Caitlyn Siehl, from “Kindling,” What We Buried

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @extramadness

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