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LATE a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room	A
The gilt lime of winter a sun grown melancholy old	B
Streams in the glass Outside ten thousand chimneys fume	A
Looping the weather birds with rings of gold	B
The spires of Paris pricked in an iron spume	A
Uprise like stars of water and mail the sky	C
Night comes the wind is cold	B
La Mouche has lit the candles cleared up the mess	D
She is talking this merry little girl of the new clown	E
Mercutio in red spots and Miss Nellie the Equine Princess	D
Who can ride three terrible horses upside down	E
'Mon dieu quelle cirque ' and Madame Stephanie's dress	D
'As true as I live' the clear little voice trickles on	F
All over the Circus on and on and all over the town	E
Now she has creaked downstairs Heine is left alone	G
Knees hugged in bed the drug purring in his brain	H
And the windows turning blue He can see some clouds being blown	G
Scraping their big soft bellies on the pane	H
'Take me O Clouds ' but in a puff they've flown	G
So once they fled in Eighteen Twenty Nine	I
From Hamburg was it in a damp disdain	H
Hamburg those roofs of tulip red those floating trees	J
Those black masts clotting the air and swart cigars	K
And puffed old bankers panting along the quays	K
And Uncle Solomon shouting amongst the spars	K
And Uncle Solomon's cargoes coffee and cheese	K
And Uncle Solomon's face like a copper moon	L
And Uncle Solomon's daughter and the stars the stars	K
O Hamburg and Amalie the stars and dung	M
He remembered suddenly that night he stood below	N
Dark in the street with stinging heart and helpless tongue	M
And her face passed in the pane like paper to and fro	N
But in a thousand songs that song was never sung	M
Amalie Amalie who was only a foaming of thought	O
A thing thought of and forgotten long ago	N
And Louise Diana and Jenny and all those bright	P
Mad girls who had scrawled their names inside his mind	Q
All vanished all gone and all of them forged in a night	P
Conspired of dreams and leaving no dream behind	Q
Ungrateful for their dreaming flight after flight	P
Of musings wrapped in satin fancies in silk	R
And a thousand thoughts of naked roses and milk	R
By love and the moon designed	Q
But now it seemed that these were only one thought	O
One stone of Venus cut with a hundred sides	K
One girl revealed ten thousand times and caught	S
Ten thousand times from out those amorous tides	K
Now she was gone They were all gone those girls that he had sought	O
All gone or paunched in marriage or crushed in graves	K
Or promised for other men's brides	K
And it was only a ghost's hair that had spilt	T
Fur of the night in kissing dark and strange	U
To choke his lips And all of those worlds he'd built	T
The girls he'd conjured before his dreams took mange	U
The rogues he'd stamped on harlot trollop and jilt	T
The fools he'd blistered all of them passed and forgotten	V
But that that did not change	U
Men crumbled man lived on In that animal's face	K
'Twas but a squirt aimed at the moon to fling contempt	W
Meyerbeer Borne and Klopstock vanished but in their place	K
New Klopstocks Meyerbeers blown again and Bornes undreamt	W
Sprang up like fungi and there remained no trace	K
Of lashings past Men men he could flog for ever	X
But man was still exempt	W
That did not change always the world remained	W
Breathing and sleeping loving and taking in love	Y
Fighting and coupling life by the belly constrained	W
Stupid in roads of flesh eating but never enough	Z
Ravening never to cease warring but nothing gained	W
Babbling to silent Christs climbing to heavens of the brain	H
Unknown unanswering above	Y
All these remained words passed The paper he'd filled	W
Deep to the lips in bitter salt with fury and tears	K
No man remembered anger and fools were stilled	W
In dust alike and out of those roaring years	K
What now was left of all the passion he'd spilled	W
The fire he'd struck A cadence or two of love	Y
A song that had stroked men's ears	K
All wrong all wasted Now in this winter snow	N
In the black winds from Russia and the printed mane of night	W
Heine looked out and gazed at the world below	N
Thick with old chemicals breaking far out of sight	W
With ageless tides of man ah granite flow	N
Eternal changeless flux of humanity	W
Undying darkness and light	W
Not treading those floods could save him not striking stone	G
Not damning the world could serve only to fly	C
Careless of men and their shouting untouched alone	G
Snatched by his own gods from a falling sky	C
And singing his own way clutching his own his own	G
Blind to the world yes that was the road of Heine	I
Up to the sun solitary a speck in the ether	X
'Ha now Christ Jesus and Jehovah I choose to die '	A2

Kenneth Slessor

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