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Buch der Lieder
by Heinrich Heine
Vorrede zur dritten Auflage
Das ist der alte Mährchenwald!
Es duftet die Lindenblüte!
Der
wunderbare Mondenglanz
Bezaubert mein Gemüte.
Ich ging fürbaß, und wie ich ging,
Erklang es in der Höhe.
Das ist
die Nachtigall, sie singt
Von Lieb' und Liebeswehe.
Sie singt von Lieb' und Liebesweh,
Von Tränen und von Lachen,
Sie jubelt so traurig, sie schluchzet so froh,
vergessene Träume
erwachen. --
Ich ging fürbaß, und wie ich ging,
Da sah ich vor mir liegen,
Auf
freiem Platz, ein großes Schloß,
Die Giebel hoch aufstiegen.
Verschlossene Fenster, überall
Ein Schweigen und ein Trauern;
Es
schien als wohne der stille Tod
In diesen öden Mauern.
Dort vor dem Tor lag eine Sphinx,
Ein Zwitter von Schrecken und
Lüsten,
Der Leib und die Tatzen wie ein Löw,
Ein Weib an Haupt
und Brüsten.
Ein schönes Weib! Der weiße Blick,
Er sprach von wildem Begehren.
Die stummen Lippen wölbten sich
Und lächelten stilles Gewähren.
Die Nachtigall, sie sang so süß --
Ich konnt nicht widerstehen --
Und als ich küßte das holde Gesicht,
Da war's um mich geschehen.
Lebendig ward das Marmorbild,
Der Stein begann zu ächzen --
Sie
trank meiner Küsse lodernde Glut,
Mit Dürsten und mit Lechzen.
Sie trank mir fast den Odem aus --
Und endlich, wollustheischend,
Umschlang sie mich, meinen armen Leib
Mit den Löwentatzen
zerfleischend.
Entzückende Marter und wonniges Weh!
Der Schmerz wie die Lust
unermeßlich!
Derweilen des Mundes Kuß mich beglückt,
Verwunden die Tatzen mich gräßlich.
Die Nachtigall sang: "O schöne Sphinx!
O Liebe! was soll es
bedeuten,
Daß du vermischest mit Todesqual
All deine Seligkeiten?
"O schöne Sphinx! O löse mir
Das Rätsel, das wunderbare!
Ich hab'
darüber nachgedacht
Schon manche tausend Jahre."
Das hätte ich alles sehr gut in guter Prosa sagen können ... Wenn man
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