Heine moved to Paris in 1831, not intending an emigration at the time, but so it turned out. He delighted in the place. “When the fish in the sea ask each other how they feel, they answer, ‘like Heine in Paris,’” he said. But he missed Germany too and never stopped missing it. “German shirts and German hearts/ Don’t wear well in foreign parts” goes a couplet in one of his late poems. In 1848 he was literally struck down by a paralysis apparently syphilitic in origin. Never able to walk again, half-blinded by the illness, he lay doubled up in agony, an agony that morphine was less and less able to alleviate, on a bed of piled-up mattresses—his “mattress grave,” as he called it—till his death in 1856. The courage with which he bore his long affliction surprised himself. Yet in these eight pain-ridden, opium-dazed years, tended by his illiterate Norman wife, Mathilde, he composed some of his best poems. It is one of poetry’s many miracles. The three poems that follow issued out of that mattress grave.

The three poems that follow issued out of that mattress grave.

Matthew Arnold called Heine a great “son of the nineteenth century,” and in the nineteenth century his fame was very great indeed, worldwide. The French and English delighted in his wit: “so much wit with so much pathos,” Arnold wrote in his very feeling essay—wit that lends pathos expressiveness, eloquence; pathos that gives wit a larger, richer content. Back home in German lands, his reputation was more mixed, for a variety of reasons, some of them quite bad; and as for wit—that is not a quality that wins first prize beyond the Rhine, especially when it’s Jewish wit. Nor is our modern poetry greatly interested in wit, though that is not why Heine’s reputation fell so steeply in the twentieth century. Modern poetry needed other sustenance and found it, among the Germans, first of all in Rilke, and before Rilke in such poets as Hölderlin and Kleist. However, Heine’s poems from the mattress grave have not lacked appreciation. And in time one may expect that his earlier poetry will recover the esteem it deserves.

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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 11 Number 7, on page 43
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