Heinrich Page #5

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one couldn't do anything more useful

to the Goddess than this:

to cultivate a field

to father a child

and to plant a tree

you've restored the age of the Greeks in my heart

[letter to Pfuel, 7 Jan. 1805]

I could have slept with you, my dear boy

that much all my soul has been embracing you

I looked at your beautiful body,

when you got into the lake at Thun,

with truly maidenly feelings

your small wiry head

upon a thick neck

a pair of broad shoulders

a sinewy body

the whole an exemplary model of strength

as if you'd been modeled after the most beautiful bull

that ever was bled for Zeus

Now Lycurgus' laws on the love of adolescents

has become clear to me,

through the feelings which you awoke within me

come to me!

I can't

I'll write him that

I can't be a farmer's wife

I'll write him that

... defiled! You must be mad!

[Robert Guiskard]

Do I look like one who's got the plague?

I who stand before you in the fullness of life

I who am in control of each of my limbs

You don't want to drag me, in the bloom of my youth,

to join the putrescent on the field

Heinrich

defiled by the plague's breath

You must be mad, you!

Do I look like one who's got the plague?

I who stand before you in the fullness of life

I who am in control of each of my limbs

defiled by the plague's breath

You must be mad, you!

Good day, Herr von Pfuel

take me across the lake

??? then vintner the would have heard something

??? [Swiss dialect]

on the ???

running up and down

reciting

Ernst

Ernst

Ernst!

Ernst

Ernst

Ernst

I'll come with you

to Geneva

Milano, Paris

wherever you want

we'll get your things

that would be very nice, till death

you've burned the Guiskard, Heinrich

Aeschylus and Shakespeare

your greatest work

Ernst?

Ernst?

this is no good, Herr Kleist

this isn't smooth enough

and you've fined down too much already

but this isn't your true profession

Napoleon has entered Hanover with his troops

or rather, his General Mortier

they say he's now got both kings ???

what do you say to this, Herr Kleist?

I don't know

which side are you on?

I don't know

he's going to abolish serfdom

- yes

- but he's drinking the people's life-blood

that's also true

go home to your family

Herr von Kleist

I don't want to watch you ruin yourself

all those circumstances

[Wieland to Wedekind, 10 April 1804]

his pride, violently pressed down by fate,

his terrible tension,

the eccentricity of his whole life,

he's been moving in restlessly to and fro,

ever since he quitted the army,

his fruitless striving for an unreachable

mirage of perfection,

his Guiscard which has become his ide fixe,

on top of it, his ruined health,

force me to believe that his good genius

gave him the idea to work for a carpenter in Koblenz

allons enfants de la patrie,

le jour de gloire est arriv

contre nous de la tyrannie,

l'tendard sanglant est lev!

L'tendard sanglant est lev!

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes

mugir ces froces soldats?

Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras

gorger vos fils, vos ...

sit down behind me

otherwise, I cannot think

Heinrich!

I'm working on a strange phenomenon

listen to this:

[On the Gradual Production of Thoughts Whilst Speaking]

Often I sit at my desk over the files

and search in a complicated legal suit

for the angle from which it can best be judged.

I usually look towards the light

as the brightest spot I can find,

striving to enlighten my inner being.

And look what happens:

As soon as I talk it over with my sister,

sitting behind me, working,

I realize what I wouldn't have

found out by brooding for hours.

It isn't as if she was telling me herself.

Neither does she lead me to the decisive point

by skillful questioning,

even though the latter case may occasionally occur.

But since I have a vague hunch

which is somehow connected

with what I'm searching for,

then once I have embarked

on the formulation of the thought,

it is as if the need to lead

what has been begun to some conclusion,

transforms my hazy imaginations

into complete clarity in such a way

that my insight is completed

together with my rambling period.

didn't you mention that we're invited

at Wilhelmine's and her husband's tonight?

as you like, Heinrich

she used to be your fiance

she didn't make a bad match

her husband is the successor of Prof. Kant,

after all

Prof. Krug

in return, we've kept you

you're knitting, Wilhelmine?

- my wife is ...

- Wilhelmine?

I've written a play about a woman

who is loved by a man and a god

Amphitryon

Wilhelmine is expecting a child

Heinrich!

we are very happy

aren't we, Wilhelmine?

- your predecessor ...

- Herr Prof. Kant

his philosophy has deeply moved me four years ago

I told Wilhelmine about it

in a letter

I remember

Heinrich

read it, Wilhelmine

she showed me all your letters,

Herr von Kleist

you're quite a brain

one must admit

yes, a brain

if all men had instead of eyes green glasses

[letter to Wilhelmine, 22 March 1801]

then they would have to judge:

the objects they see through them are green

and never would they be able to decide

whether their eyes show them the objects as they are,

or whether they aren't adding something,

belonging not to them, but to the eyes.

Likewise it goes with the intellect:

We cannot know if what we call truth,

is truly the truth

or if it only seems like it.

I was desperate at the time.

those thoughts ...

so my great predecessor has confused

your youthful mind.

I strive towards a good relationship

with my students

and towards happiness at home,

which is ridiculed so often

I hear you belong to the so-called patriots

you have my sympathy

my sympathy, but you see ...

since the Frenchman is in the country

and since even Herr von Goethe

comes to an arrangement with them

"voil un homme!"

he's supposed to have said

so you see:

Bonaparte to Herr von Goethe

after all

"voil un homme"

you're no longer wearing male attire,

Frl. von Kleist?

this way you look a bit more feminine

really more feminine

please, let's have some harmony,

at least in here

this is a fight you're fighting

with other weapons than I do

you possess the language

be silent

so be it

as if my eyelids had been cut off

[Feelings in front of C.D. Friedrich's landscapes of the soul]

the lonely centre

inside a lonely circle

take care, Heinrich,

that they don't arrest you

they're searching for me

they might know

that you're my friend

your friend?

Heinrich stayed for another half year

and then went to Berlin,

accompanied by Pfuel and two other officers

Pfuel parted from then

before they reached Berlin

Heinrich

what shall we do now?

they'd never let him enter Berlin

he hates the French

and they hate him

come

I hate them too

because of him?

because Pfuel hates them?

Napoleon?

the three arrive, are arrested

and taken to France

without having given the slightest reason for arrest

this is our city

we're officers of the Prussian Army,

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