issue 27 > poetry > heine

Once I had a Fatherland,
oak trees so lovely,
so tall, violets so soft.
It was just a dream.

I was kissed with a German kiss,
and they swore in German (who could believe
how good it sounded?): "Ich liebe dich!"
It was just a dream.






Other translations by Burton Raffel:

The White Moon
Tears Fall in my Heart
Autumn Song